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I never saw it as the start |
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It's more a change of heart |
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Rapping on the windows, whistling down the chimney pots |
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Blowing off the dust in the room where |
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I forgot Yeah |
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I laid my plans in solid rock |
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Stepping through the door like a troubadour whiling just an hour away |
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Looking at the trees on the roadside feeling it's a holiday |
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You and I should ride the coast |
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And wind up in our favourite coats just miles away |
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Roll a number, write another song like |
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Jimmy heard the day he caught the train |
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He sipped another rum and coke and told a dirty joke |
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Walking like |
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Groucho sucking on a number 10 |
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Rolling on the floor with the cigarette burns walked in |
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Yeah I miss the crush and |
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I'm home again |
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Stepping through the door with the night in store whiling just an hour away, |
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Step into the sky and the star-bright feeling it's a brighter day |
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Repeat Chorus |
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You and I should ride the tracks |
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And find ourselves just wading through tomorrow |
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But you and |
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I when we're coming down |
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We're only getting back |
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You know I feel the sorrow |
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When you find that things are getting wild |
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Don't you want days like these... |
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Don't you need days like these... |
