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You and I have got a postpak relationship |
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It's a tale of two cities |
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I don't know how many self addressed envelopes |
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Have passed between you and I and Melbourne and Sydney |
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Two weeks 'till your train gets in |
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And it's another few minutes on the phone |
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And I'm glad that we don't share absolutely everything |
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And we've still got some secrets of our own |
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845 reasons the law of averages will have to bend |
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So far we've gone through all four seasons and |
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You're still my best friend |
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You're still my best friend |
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Another leaf in an envelope |
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Another few words on a page |
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Your thoughts about last week |
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And my thoughts about rage |
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We splurge on the time we spend |
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Your room with the lights off |
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The rain on the plexi-glass at five in the morning |
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You and I on red bluff standing on the fence |
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And I think to myself I can feel the day awning |
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845 reasons the law of averages will slowly bend |
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So far we've gone through all four seasons |
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And I'm left here with no time or reason |
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To look through the letters you sent |