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(Kirsty MacColl/Gavin Povey) |
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He was just a friend of mine |
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I'd run in to from time to time |
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And long before he moved away |
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We used to share a taste for wine |
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Still I never knew that he was sad back then |
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He said, the time had come for him to take a holiday |
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And he says it's brilliant there |
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There's something in the air |
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And sunshine everywhere |
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He's on the beach |
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I know he's changed somehow |
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He sends us postcards now |
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I'm not sure where he is, but he is out of reach |
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When he called me up one day |
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And said that he was going away |
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I thought he meant a week in France |
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And not 12,000 miles to Sydney Bay |
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Still he had to take his chances |
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He said, the time had come, for him, to make a move away |
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And he says it's brilliant there |
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There's something in the air |
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And sunshine everywhere |
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He's on the beach |
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I know he's changed somehow |
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He writes us postcards now |
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He's on his own again |
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And he is out of reach (I bet he gets it on the beach) |
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And I don't blame him |
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Leaving was the best thing he could do |
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He longed for changes |
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I just hope he's happy when he does the things he thinks he has to do |
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And he tries, and he tries, yes he tries |
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But he's a little bit hard on himself |
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So now he's trying to be someone else |
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And he says, he says, he says it's brilliant there |
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There's something in the air |
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And sunshine everywhere, he's on the beach |
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I know he's changed somehow |
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It's in his postcards now |
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He's on his own again, so far out of reach |
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And he says it's brilliant there |
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There's something in the air |
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And sunshine everywhere, he's on the beach |
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I know he's changed somehow |
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It's in his postcards now |
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He's in Australia |
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So far out of reach |
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And he says it's brilliant there. |
