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The call of the wild |
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Brings me to my window-sill |
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Eyes to the dawn |
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A tug on a heartstring |
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By suft unknown fingers |
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Leading me on |
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But there's only a street lamp |
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Standing guard to my soul in the morning air |
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A silent companion |
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Waiting like me for the dawn |
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Faint stirrings of life |
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Are heard 'cross the rooftops |
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Breaking the spell |
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Echoes of footsteps |
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That call down the pavement |
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With stories to tell |
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And chimney-smoke towers reaching out on the grey |
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Of the morning light |
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Passionate fingers, outstretched in welcome |
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For the dawn |
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The sound of the city |
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Thunders around me |
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Drags me along |
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The babble of voices |
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The roar of the traffic |
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Drown me in their song |
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I'm only a heartbeat keeping time with a pace |
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Set by marching feet |
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A pulse that beats stronger |
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as the new day unfolds from the dawn |
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Can you feel it pumping? |
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Can you feel it flowing round and round? |
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Can you feel it through your fingertips? |
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To your head it flows up through the ground |
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Does it scare you? |
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When you feel the scenery closing in? |
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Adrift on the street |
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I merge with confusion |
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And I feel complete |
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Swelling with the human tide |
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Heart and mind electrified |
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I'm swaying like the ground beneath my feet |
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We can stand and watch with pride |
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Or maybe scorn and cricise |
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How people seem like rats at running pace |
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But you and I are runners too |
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There's nothing more that we can do |
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But join the rats down at the starting gate |
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But you and I are runners too |
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There's nothing more that we can do but run |
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Run, run, run, run |
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The final strait lies round the bend, |
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But I don't want this race to end! |