The Kinks
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My bags are packed, I guess it's time for me to go
I can't say where I'm headed, 'cause I just don't know
When I think of what I'll be losing
It's hard to move along
But it's harder just to stay here
Knowing that I don't belong
I'll be in touch, don't worry, I'll be calling you
I've got no plans, I'm not sure where I'm going to
It's hard to keep from crying
After all that we've been through
I've taken everything I need
Now all that's left belongs to you
You take the photographs, the ones of you and me
When we both posed and laughed to please the family
Nobody noticed then we wanted to be free
And now there's no more love
It's just the property
It's hard to keep from crying
After all that we've been through
Now that it's all over, now that you and I are free
Now there's nothing left except the bit of property
Started off with nothing, started off just you and me
Now that it's all over you can keep the property
And all the little gifts we thought we'd throw away
The useless souvenirs bought on a holiday
We put them on a shelf, now they're collecting dust
We never needed them, but they outlasted us
Property was written by Ray Davies.
Property was produced by Ray Davies.