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Counting the days on the calendar

Strange how they bleed into each other All that I need

Is a day with you Pencil me in on your Saturday

Taking my leave Should I be waylaid please wait for me

On a day with you Maybe for now an hour will do

Remember my dear this time last year

The sunsets were late and the days were long

And the nights were filled with song

The nights were filled with song

Strolling the street we're strangely complete

Let's stay awake till the morning comes

We don't need anyone

We don't need anyone

Wasting my life at the traffic lights Getting nowhere

Trapped in the turnstiles Stay within reach

Of a day with you Maybe for now an hour will do