[Part 1]
This is not just another song about when somebody leaves
I'm not gonna start banging on about not being able to breathe without you
'Cause we don't inhale love
And if we did then I'd be asthmatic or at least allergic to dust
I'm not gonna sing about your suitcase or your taxi outside
'Cause every mug in a coffee shop has sung it eight hundred times
And I won't feed you these recycled lines
But I'll miss you
I'm not gonna sit up through long lonely nights
Crying into ice cream and smelling your tights
'Cause you're crap at keeping in touch yeah I know what you're like
But I'll miss you
No it's not like in the movies when somebody leaves
I'm not gonna make a mad dash to the airport and get down on my knees
'Cause they're much more security conscious since 9/11
And I wouldn't even make it to the gate without a valid ticket and that would just be a massive waste of money
And I'm not gonna talk about some never-ending love
One that seas can't [?] and words can't describe the stuff dreams are made of
'Cause we're both still young
And we've gotta do loads more stuff but I'll miss you
This is not just another song about when somebody leaves
I'm not gonna start banging on about not being able to breathe without you
'Cause we don't inhale love
And if we did then I'd be asthmatic or at least allergic to dust
I'm not gonna sing about your suitcase or your taxi outside
'Cause every mug in a coffee shop has sung it eight hundred times
And I won't feed you these recycled lines
But I'll miss you
I'm not gonna sit up through long lonely nights
Crying into ice cream and smelling your tights
'Cause you're crap at keeping in touch yeah I know what you're like
But I'll miss you
No it's not like in the movies when somebody leaves
I'm not gonna make a mad dash to the airport and get down on my knees
'Cause they're much more security conscious since 9/11
And I wouldn't even make it to the gate without a valid ticket and that would just be a massive waste of money
And I'm not gonna talk about some never-ending love
One that seas can't [?] and words can't describe the stuff dreams are made of
'Cause we're both still young
And we've gotta do loads more stuff but I'll miss you
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