(Kirsty MacColl)
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I must have been driving all day
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But I'm getting no further away
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All these towns look the same
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And the rain is falling in my eyes
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Take me away
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See all my friends for a day
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It's strange but it's true
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I'm no longer hurting without you
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I'm no victim to pity and cry for
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And you're not someone I'd lay down and die for
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I was seeing the world through your eyes
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There was not much left not to despise
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It's a shame but it's true
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I started to feel things like you do
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But I'm not tearing my heart out for you dear
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And when you wake up I won't even be here
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Sod all your funny little ways
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They don't make me laugh these days any more
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I'm no victim to pity and cry for
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Or some sad lonely encounter the night before
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I'm no victim to pity and cry for
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From some sad desperate collision the night before
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No I'm not tearing my heart out for you dear
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And when you wake up I'll be miles away from here
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Baby, I know
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No Victims
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Kirsty MacColl |