These coffee cups are getting cold
Mind the people passing by
They don’t know I’ll be leaving soonI’ll fly away tomorrow
To far away
I’ll admit a cliché
Things won’t be the same without youI’ll be looking at my window seeing Adelaide sky
Would you be kind enough to remember
I’ll be hearing my own foot steps under Adelaide sky
Would you be kind enough to remember meI’ll let you know what’s on my mind
I wish they’ve made you portable
Then i’ll carry you around and round
I bet you’ll look good on meI’ll fly away tomorrow
It’s been fun
I’ll repeat the cliché
Things won’t be the same without youI’ve been meaning to call you soon
But we’re in different times
You might not be home now
Would you take a message
I’ll try to stay awake
And fight your presence in my head
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