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Some miserable day, back in November |
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Newcastle is grey, as grey as the river |
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But your eyes are bright with life |
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And life is bright with you |
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I'm missing you |
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I'm missing you |
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I'm missing you |
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I'm missing you |
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You're laughing again, I'm so glad that she met you |
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As you start to explain something, I'm proud of you |
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But I forget all that, relax |
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And just enjoy the fact that life is good |
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I'm missing you |
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I'm missing you |
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I'm missing you |
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I'm missing you |
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I'm missing you |
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I'm missing you |
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So I'm trying to pretend you're out in the garden |
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That you're about to walk in |
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To wash your hands in the kitchen |
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But she said your face changed |
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And your breath got slower and slower |
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Until there was breath no more |
