Text: Erasure. 2000 Miles.

There's something I need to say
I'm not sad you're gone away no way
Won't be calling information
Or waiting at the railway station
You walked out of my front door
I wasn't then but now I'm sure
I need to be at least 2000 miles away from you

2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you

Had to get me to the church on time
To say that silly I do I do nursery rhyme
You've been bitching at me for awhile
Say hey now baby don't you cramp my style
Don't go beating me like that
I'm glad you won't be coming back
I need to be at least 2000 miles away from you

2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you

Don't go beating me like that
I'm glad you won't be coming back
Don't let the Devil tempt you now
He'll lead you if he gets a chance