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I came so close to giving up |
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So very close to giving up |
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The trees were timber waiting for fire |
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My home was a heartbeat, and heartbeats tire |
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But then I was stolen in love |
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I wish I was stolen in love |
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Love is anybody calling |
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Can you hear them now? |
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Can you hear them now? |
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I remember the feeling of being in one place, |
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When home was a harbour asleep in her face |
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But now I'm running with the stripeless tigers of the world |
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How can I stand in the hot hot sun |
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And not think about the cold? |
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And get stolen in love |
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I wish I was stolen in love |
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Oh love is anybody calling |
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Can you hear them now? |
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You can hear them now |
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Saying I don't have a clue |
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No I don't have a clue |
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No I don't have a clue |
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No I don't have a clue |
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No I don't have a clue |
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Oh no, you're going to have to let me go ' |
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Cos I'm a tumbling star |
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Home isn't anywhere we ever are |
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Home is a look on a face |
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Home isn't here or any place |
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Home is anybody calling to get stolen in love |
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Stolen in love |
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I wish I was |
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I wish I was |
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I wish I was |
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I wish I was |
