Where We’ve Left Our Love

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On the English Riviera with the penguins and the waders In a chip shop on the front with the tacky seaside traders In a flooded cottage kitchen by the fire that you built In a B & B in Peebles, underneath a rented kilt In Barnardo's, Cancer Research, in Shelter and Oxfam In a quiet pub in Skipton, on a rusty Blackpool tram The Pleasure Beach and Coral Island, at the end of the North Pier On the moors with the wild ponies and the sheep shit and the deer In a corner of the Sub Club On the Art School's old dance floor In the hall and in the bath, just outside the downstairs door On a hillside in the Trossachs On the busy NY streets, in a hotel by a park, it's written in the sheets In the sand at Ilfracombe Halfway up the A82 The tallest cinema in Europe Standing sighing in the queue The all-night garages of Glasgow The freezing streets of Aberdeen In every corner, every room and every bed we've ever been That's where we've left our love