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You're on the go |
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You're always wanna go |
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You want to go somewhere |
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Where you don't know |
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And when you run |
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And when I try to run |
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You leave me bent over |
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With a stitch in the road |
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You are a maze |
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A complex sum |
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I've counted all my fingers |
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And I'm on to my thumb |
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You are a storm |
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You are my little storm |
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I watch the wind change |
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To find out where you've been blown |
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Pull it up |
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And steer it up |
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This game is over |
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You conjure a key |
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In the palm of your hand |
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You're burning all your bridges |
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Drawing a line in the sand |
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We travel far |
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Catch the last of the sun |
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We keep on going |
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Til we've nowhere to run |
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Look at the hills |
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They look so green |
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The horizon is the place |
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That you always dream |
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We shoot the nest |
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Like a bolt from a gun |
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You're tapping on the door |
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To the beat of the drum |
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Hold it up |
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And steer it up |
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This game is over |
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Look at the [?] |
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They look so free |
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It's the only real thing |
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That's been happening to me |
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You're taking all |
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You thought was wrong |
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You used to follow lyrics |
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Of your favorite song |
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You are a maze |
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A complex sum |
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I've counted all my fingers |
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And I'm on to my thumb |
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You are a storm |
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You are my little storm |
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I watch the wind change |
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To find out where you've been blown |
