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The boy that lost himself |
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Can find his own way home |
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It's just a place you leave |
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When you finally are grown |
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Up and away we'll go |
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To a place we've never been |
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A place we've never smelt |
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A place we've never seen |
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It's easy to (?) done |
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To feel like we're alone |
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To feel like we're the only ones |
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With no place left to go |
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Out on the open road |
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It's where we shall roam |
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It's where we shall roam |
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It's where we shall roam |
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Only time will tell |
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And when it finally does |
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We'll be (?) |
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We'll be laying down |
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(?) never speaking |
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Every (?) is the end of the world |
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Of everything (?) |
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I will see when the sun comes up |
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On the bed that we built with our own two hands |
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It makes us take |
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It makes us take |
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It makes us take |
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It makes us take |
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It makes us take |
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(It makes us) |
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It makes us take |
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(It makes us) |
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It makes us take |
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(It makes us) |
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It makes us take |
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This is our heart! |
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This is our heart! |
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This is our heart! |
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This is our heart! |
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This is your heart! |
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This is your heart! |
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This is your heart! |
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This is your heart! |
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This is your heart! |
