All this short summer night long I've been waiting for you
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Just to give me a sign that you feel this way too
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There are people on the streets for the weekend
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But I don't hear them
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There are others I could meet for the weekend
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But I don't see them
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Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city
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Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city
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I have a dream, of an inky blue sea
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You could give up your job and go there with me
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I know we'd miss the football and the dancing
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There's always something
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And you'd worry that the people here'd be talking
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But that's nothing
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Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city
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Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city
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In the morning I sit on the train and wonder
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If I can go through all this again you know I
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Feel like staying till the end of the line this time...
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This time, this time, this time
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Oh yeah. uh huh.
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We come to fight and dream in this fairground of a town
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Through the sweet and sickly streets from the airless undergrounds
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While the planes fly out of Heathrow taking people late at night
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To where the fields are like Australia in the early morning light
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Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city
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Talk to me like the sea, makes me want to get out of the city
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Talk to me like the sea
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In the morning I sit on the train
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Talk to me like the sea
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Hey hey hey
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Talk to me like the sea
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In the morning I sit on the train
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Talk to me like the sea
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Oh oh yeah
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Talk to me like the sea
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Oh yeah, I sit on the train.
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Talk to me like the sea
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Talk to Me Like the Sea
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| Everything But The Girl |
