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'Cause you're grinning like a fool
And we're sitting on your kitchen floor
On a Tuesday afternoon

Drinking old cheap bottles of wine
Sit talking up all night
Doing things we haven't for a while, a while yeah

I'll leave the door on the latch
If you ever come back if you ever come back
They'll be a light in the hall and the key under the mat
If you ever come back
They'll be a smile on my face and the kettle on
And it will be just like you were never gone

All the things you do
Come back to you

Not gonna miss you when you're dead and gone.
Not gonna talk about you over and over and over.