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I walk past the bleak walls,
Of an architect's un-imagination,
Returning to the venue,
Where we held that very first conversation,
To see you again,
To be your friend,
To hold you in my mind.

And I arrived there early,
And as always you swanned in much later,
As if nothing had ever changed, you nod at me,
And order your double mixer,
To see you again,
To be your friend,
To hold you in my mind.

Leaving it up, leaving it up, leaving it up,
Leaving it up to you,
Leaving it up, leaving it up, leaving it up,
Leaving it up to you.

And I've been told your new playmate's successful,
And he's handsome and he's charming,
It's a damn good job he isn't here,
Or I may have wound up harming your darling,
To see you again,
To be your friend,
To hold you in my mind.

Leaving it up, leaving it up, leaving it up,
Leaving it up to you,
Leaving it up, leaving it up, leaving it up,
Leaving it up to you.
(x2)

We're laughing and we're joking,
Like we always, always used to,
Until rudely interrupted by your half-wit of a boyfriend,
Who tries to call you,
To see you again,
To be your friend,
To hold you in his mind.

Leaving it up, leaving it up, leaving it up,
Leaving it up to you,
Leaving it up, leaving it up, leaving it up,
Leaving it up to you.
(x3)

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