Paul Saints Cathedral - To Whom It May Concern.

In the morning i`ll be gone
Out of your sight
But not out of your mind
You will have to carry on alone
Into the setting sun
It`s all you`ve ever known

If you have to cling to someone
Well i hope it isn`t me
I`m so said and done
So cold
So ancient history
The words go on and on and on

Dear Jane, Dear John
Now that the fun`s gone
Who`s Gonna make your bed?
Who`s gonna fix your head?
In the morning
I`ll be gone

Dear Jane, Dear John
Now that the fun`s gone
Who`s gonna make your bed?
Who`s gonna fix your head?
In the morning i`ll be gone

Written by:
Paul Swindells

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