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If I counted up the hours I spent on the phone to youOr waiting at train stations to meet youI'd give myself maybe a thousand hours estimateAnd that still wouldn't make up for the sleep you made me loseIf someone told me I could have it all backNo more writing or reflecting or thinking on what could beI'd tell that person they don't know me at allCos you made me who I am and they don't get how much you mean to meThis may come as a surpriseBut I don't care if we fightCos I'd rather that you lieThen you not be there at allSo I'll sing you some clichésAs I count down day by dayTill I board another trainSo I'll spend another night writing about you all I canAnd revel in our shared sense of nostalgiaMemories made from Waterloo to Hyde Park, Covent Garden, Camden Market, Squares of Leicester and TrafalgarIf someone told me I could give it all backNo more hostels or those long goodbyes where no-one wants to goI'd talk about the time we sung in the rainSkipping buses cos you didn't want to leave me to go homeThis may come as a surprise,SongtexteBut I love the sleepless nightsThough I tend to speak my mindI go overboard, I knowSo I'll sing you some clichésAs I count down day by dayTill I board another trainThis may come as a surpriseBut I don't care if we fightCos I'd rather that you lieThen you not be there at allSo I'll sing you some clichésAs I count down day by dayTill I board another train Aus Songtexte Mania