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When all the lights are out |
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And it's hard to sleep |
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Then I start to dream |
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Of a place, very far from here |
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Where there's more to life |
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Than trying to make ends meet |
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And like a ship out on the ocean |
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Sometimes I just wish we could be carried away |
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Now, as the day winds down |
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This old wicked town Starts to lose its grip |
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Somehow, all the pretty lights |
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Make it look, tonight, |
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Much better than it is |
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And like a ship out on the ocean |
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Sometimes I just wish we could be carried away |
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And like a ship out on the ocean |
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Like the waves over the sea |
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Like the heat when the door is wide open |
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Sometimes I just wish we could be carried away |
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Carried away |
