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Young man, feelin' old |
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look and scorn at the ... |
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Wearing his PJ's at the hippie cafe |
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Everybody stares at him that way |
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Skate board, council park |
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Gets a little scary after dark |
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There's nothing to do, |
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It feels like there are only two sane people |
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And they're leaving soon |
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Chorus: |
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In a town, of perfect isolation |
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Holding her close, though you don't really want her |
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He's got those magic balloons |
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He's bought his travelling shoes |
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He's got a unique style, |
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And he's been yearning for a while |
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He knows he's got to go away, away |
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He gazes at the sky |
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And like departure passes by |
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He knows he's got to go away! |
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This is an afternoon on fire |
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They feel the season |
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This is made of girls and Honda |
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His glasses tease on |
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At the swimming pools and malls... |
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The crash is in the air |
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He'll give them his time |
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But he doesn't want to share it |
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He wants to be anywhere but here. |
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Chorus: |
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In a town, of perfect isolation |
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Holding her close, though you don't really want her |
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He's got those magic balloons |
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He's bought his travelling shoes |
|
He's got a unique style, |
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And he's been yearning for a while |
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He knows he's got to go away, away |
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He gazes at the sky |
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And like departure passes by |
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He knows he's got to go away! |
