| If you wait at the departure gate and think of chances lost
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| When your memories crack a smile but you’re asking 'at what cost?'
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| When the devil and the angel play their games within your heart
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| Don’t shed a tear when the time to leave draws near
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| For those you left behind
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| They’ll be doing it for you
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| If you feel a certain emptiness when you go to take your seat
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| As the world outside the window becomes a blur of grey and green
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| You can close your eyes and block your
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| ears but your mind will still think on
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| Don’t look to explain as you’re sped upon your way
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| To those you left behind
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| They’ll be doing it for you
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| They say life goes on and ours surely will
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| Though it’s not as if we don’t care
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| You can just carry on now this chapter is closed
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| And send us a postcard from nowhere
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| Nowhere
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| So if you step on to the concrete and you haven’t got a care
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| ‘Cause that familiar smell of home still somehow lingers in the air
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| When the buses and the trains still run late and look the same
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| Don’t breathe a sigh for all the last goodbyes
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| With those you left behind…
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| They’ll be doing it for you
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| And if you wake up in tomorrow and
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| you’re still weighed down with doubt
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| Go drinking in your old haunts, think of ways of getting out
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| Now your heart and mind do battle over all the rights and wrongs
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| Don’t look to return now your bridges have been burned
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| To those you left behind
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| They’ve done it all for you
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| They say life goes on and ours surely will
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| Though it’s not as if we don’t care
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| You can just carry on now this chapter is closed
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| And send us a postcard from nowhere
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| Nowhere
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| Postcard from nowhere
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| Nowhere
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| Postcard from nowhere |