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Underground or Aeroplane
Doesnt matter in the end
I know it has to be this way
Youre leaving me again
So Ill write my little love song
And sing it to the wind
Youre out there on the road tonight
London, New York, Amsterdam
And Im lonely here without you
Miss your breath against my skin
You love me then you leave me
Still I lie here pressing fingers where your kisses have been
And I miss you
And I miss you
And I miss you
I know I should be in bed
And its almost 3am
But when I close my eyes I can only see miles of headlights
Fleshing out the distance
So Ill sing my little lonely songs
Its just part of who I am
Cause I know that its been calling to you
London, New York, Amsterdam