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When I decided |
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To live the rest of my life from a list |
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Of towns and cities and populations |
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My home was silent |
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My town was hidden somewhere in the dark |
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And a spark ignited my imagination |
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Oh give me a clue somehow |
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My days were so mis-spent, now |
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I'm wasting my time |
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Worrying on about you |
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Oh solace (soul-less?) city |
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Your changing skyline is twisting me up |
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Inside - I give away another minute |
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All through the station |
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I wonder where the constellations |
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Can change ? sky a heart of ? |
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I'll tear up letters |
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I'll take some pictures from their frames |
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To make a story from the way I'm choosing |
