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You told me you were leavingWith a note pinned to my bookcaseYou said you could not bring yourselfTo tell me to my faceToo many cold summers have passedSince we were last in loveAnd I've laboured too long in the rain for too littleYou need more now than I can giveMore than I can show for the time I've spentWith my brothers-in-arms but trouble and painYou said you left your share of the rentBetween Victor Hugo and Maynard KeynesI just miss youThere's nothing left round hereI just miss youTime's are hard for young loversBut I just miss youYou told me not to try and find youIf I ever cared about youIf I could, I'd remind youOf the fine time's I will have without youI'd love to say you've been a foolBut I don't know that I could say it and mean itLetras de cancionesThe truth is you're a saint to have seen it this farJust sitting, staring at the wall's with meI've got nowhere to be tomorrowMaybe at the bottom of the riverThe state that I'm in, no mortal-sinCould hold me here nowNow the Union's set a course for sorrowMaybe I'll paint pictures of my fatherI just miss youThere's nothing left round hereI just miss youTimes are hard for young loversBut I just miss youYou know I had to make a standIf that old beast had to dieDid they have to stab it with that glint in their eye?Did they have to look so bloody happy?I just miss youThere's nothing left round hereI just miss youTime's are hard for young loversBut I just miss youI just miss youThere's nothing left round hereI just miss youTime's are hard for young loversBut I just miss you From Letras Mania