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There's a postcard that you sent me, in September at the start And I keep it on my wall next to all of Sophia's art And I almost thought the other night that you're not the others But you're like a cat, the way you get up close and run for cover I'm sure you're like the others If I slept more I'd think better of this I'd think better of this Talk too much and say things wrong each time you call me back But you're so kind and you don't mind You cut me so much slack You cut me so much slack Yeah, you cut me so much slack I miss you all the time Said I can't see you if you went You have such a way with words God, I hope that this will last God, I hope that this will last God, I hope that this will last God, I hope that this will last Yeah, you cut me so much slack Aus Songtexte Mania