Besedila: Sloan. Four Nights At The Palais Royale. I Am The Cancer.

So long Matthew, I will miss you
There is too much to do or I'd go with you
It's a bad time, I haven't got a dime

So long Alison, I now know where you've been
But I don't know where you're going
There's security in knowing but I know some morning
Without any warning you'll be gone

Oh, you've kissed me, kissed me
Now, you're supposed to miss me

So long Andrew, I will miss you
I just wrote you a long note
You'd better answer, I am the cancer
Removed from you

Oh, you miss me, miss me
Now, you've got to kiss me, kiss me goodbye

So long, scarecrow, at least with you I know
You're going nowhere, what do you care?
There's nothing up your sleeve
You can never leave

Why would you stay there, scarecrow?
Sorry I had to go but I shall return
It was my turn to get away
Someone had to stay, so I could go

I miss you most of all, kiss me, kiss me
I can't wait until you kiss me until you kiss me
I can't wait 'til you kiss me, kiss me again