You sent greetings from Liverpool
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and I took the next train
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Passed by people putting flowers on graves and
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We got delayed
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When I arrived you had vanished like steam
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and left me in a diesel day
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So I walked around and spent ten pounds
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in amusement arcades
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Felt like I was in a field
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looking for a pin
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It's a kind of loneliness
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It's a kind of emptiness
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But I'm not trying I'm just rehearsing
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For the perfect day
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When I want you, I'll come looking for you
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Yes I will, yes I will, yes I will.
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I took a spoon to the swimming pool
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to drain your trace away
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And I changed my name so only my looks remain
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And if looks could kill I'd need a license for my face
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'Cos where his fists put bruises
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A scheming smile now takes their place
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Felt like I was in a field
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looking for a pin
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It's a kind of loneliness
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It's a kind of emptiness
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But I'm not trying I'm just rehearsing
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For the perfect day
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When I want you, I'll come looking for you
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Yes I will, yes I will, yes I will.
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When I Want You
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| Del Amitri |
