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With plans for everything, I go out on the road
I'm leaving just one thing, with no contact but a phone
A phone call won't keep you warm at night
I need you lying next to me
I dream of you waking by my side
I need you lying next to me
Tonight
Asleep on some kid's floor
Miles and miles from your front door
Our bonus a decent van
Or a 'you rock' from a fan