What’ll I say without you to talk to,no one to serve or volley the ball to,
you write the words but I miss the volume,
what’ll I say without you.
Oh I don’t know what to do with myself
now that I’m here and you’re gone.
What’ll I do when you’ve gone away,
my ball wont pin, my records won’t play
and all of my hours limp into days,
what’ll I do without you.
/Lisa Hannigan - What'll I do/
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