Popguns
out of sight
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Got your messages Friday night, made my way down to the coast
So we go dancing Saturday night, Sunday live on tea and toast
But when youâre out of sight am I out of mind?
All the letters that I write every lonely Wednesday night
When youâre out of sight am I out of mind?
All the lines I never send, cos we donât want to pretend?
Small town Saturdays at the old arcade
In a look your fate is made
Iâve got my life and (baby) youâve got yours
Loveâs not everything of course
But when youâre out of sight am I out of mind?
All the letters that I write every lonely Wednesday night
When Iâm out of sight am I out of mind?
All the lines I never send, can we make it in the end?
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- Pop Fiction