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 you’re out of sight am I out of mind?
All the letters that I write every lonely Wednesday night
When you’re out of sight am I out of mind?
All the lines I never send, cos we don’t want to pretend?
Small town Saturdays at the old arcade
In a look your fate is made
I’ve got my life and (baby) you’ve got yours
Love’s not everything of course
But when you’re out of sight am I out of mind?
All the letters that I write every lonely Wednesday night
When I’m 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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