Every day, every night, every moment is spent thinking of you
I hate that I’m on a faraway and am a lonely night sentry
In my pocket I have your letter and that adorable photograph of you
In the empty night, looking at the sea, wondering how you are doing....
If you really do run off with someone else, can I trouble you to tell me on the way…
I don’t want to be the last to know
I don’t want to be the last to know
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