Lunchtime Friday, leave work early
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Rushing through the suburbs to the station to catch the train
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Heading up to town to Dave's to get my glad rags on
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Because lately I've been running down, little things catching up
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Excuses stretched thin and it's hard not giving up
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Tonight we're going to get it right, we're going to have us a good one
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And the roll call is missing a name
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Since you left things haven't been the same
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But I don't blame you, there was nothing here to make you stay
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But I remember the way that you'd light up a room when you walk in,
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The way that you'd lead a crowd when you sing
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Jamie, this one is for you.
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Pre-club beers at Dan's before we hit the road
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Nicely warmed up, pleasantly half-loaded
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Ready for a night on fire, we're going to get out the big guns
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And I run down the numbers, scan through the faces
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Run through the plans, scout out the places
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I'm electrified, surrounded, but still missing something or someone
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I'm wide awake in the cityscape
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You did your time out on the road
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One day you stayed away for good
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You found a home down by the shore
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A place to hang your hat and more
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You sent me postcards to tell me of
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Slowing down and finding love
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The thrill has gone from the city life
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I'm not far behind
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So you can strike my name from the roll call,
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When night falls I'm leaving
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There is nothing here to make me stay
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When I get to the coast I will send back a postcard
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To tell all my old friends all about my new start
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Jamie I will see you soon.
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To Absent Friends
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| Frank Turner |
