My love has gone
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His boots no longer by my door
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He left at dawn and as I slept, I felt him go
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[Loop of Erik Satie, as in Pet Shop Boys' Jack The Lad]
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New York, New York, temperature's droppin'
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The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' 'til ears pop
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Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops
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And it never stops
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I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you
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Today I feel close enough to smell you
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Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through
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Florida's out, we fly September 22 to Heathrow
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So there's not really long to go
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Tonight will be a brilliant show
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Lettin' you know I miss you
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More than four hits the floor at a party
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Send my love to everybody
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Please, send my love to everybody (everybody everybody everybody...)
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Send my love to everybody (everybody everybody everybody...
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Honey, I'm writin' from D.C., feelin' queasy
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Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy
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The TM recommend Sanatogen
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Not one of them could resist takin' the piss
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I miss you like a lock in the door what's more
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I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cos half the crew snore
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Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great
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But there's fifteen of us in a bus state-to-state
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So I stay up late with a tape or meditate
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My bed is travellin' at fifty-five mph
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When we make it to L.A., I'll still be miles away
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It's not my best day I'm gonna get some rest
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God bless
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My love has gone
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(wo wo)
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My love has gone (has has has ...)
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(wo wo)
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We just stopped a diner so I'm takin' time
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To write a few lines. I'm fine, sun shinin'
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Bus driver's reclinin' on the grass as the trucks pass
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Gleamin' with a flash of sunlight from the glass
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On the windscreen. As for us there's too much to relate
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We've done five gigs but we're only in our third state
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America's big! You'd love how they pile up your plate
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Only place in the world even I could gain weight
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Our next date is Wilmington, Delaware, Open air
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There's a rumor Melle Mel'll be there
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Anyway, all the best, God bless I'm yawning
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I really miss watching you get dressed in the morning
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My love has gone
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(wo wo)
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My love has gone
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(wo wo)
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My love has gone
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No earthly ships will ever
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Bring him home
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Written by Maxi Jazz, D. Armstrong, Jamie Catto, R. Armstrong & Sister Bliss
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Lyrics marked in this color sung by Dido
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Postcards
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| Dido |
