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Turn out your pockets |
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And I'll turn out mine |
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And whatever falls rolling |
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We'll use it to find |
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Our way to the country |
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And leave all this behind |
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We're cruising, cruising |
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Racing and chasing and forgetting it all |
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Tear up your papers |
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And I'll tear up mine |
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We'll fade into the evening |
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When we look back it's sure |
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That they never can see us |
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'Cause they're too far behind |
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We're cruising, cruising |
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Racing and chasing and forgetting it all |
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When I was a boy I had nothing |
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When I was a boy I was trying all the time |
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So let's get this thing together |
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You choose me and I'll choose you |
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And we will fade into forever |
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Start something new |
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There's no need to be frightened |
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I'll be right beside you |
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We're cruising, cruising |
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Racing and chasing and forgetting it all |
