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Don't turn on the radio, sing me something original. |
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Sing it like the old boy, twelve buck blues he's paid to stews. |
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Don't listen to the media, lotting mass hysteria . |
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Listen to the wind blow, as you roll your windows down. |
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You're headed out of town, you've heard enough of the city sounds. |
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Your hopes are high but your head is down. |
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Don't you dare forget what you left it all behind. |
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You're free, nah. |
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Free from all the lies. |
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Let go, of everything that keeps you low. |
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And baby let's get high, of li-li-li-li-li-life |
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Just say the word and I will meet you half way |
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I I really missed you, that's all you gotta say. |
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And babe I'm on my way. |
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Just say the word I'm there. |
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Watch out here I come. |
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I don't know what I've been told, I'm falling in love and it's out of control. |
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Look at hers, I'm packing her bags. |
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Like she's in love. |
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Oh, look at me. |
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I'm pacing in circles, wating on a phone call. |
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Up and away, up and awa-way. |
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Up-up and away, up and away yeah. |
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I don't know what I've been told |
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I'm falling in love and it's out of control |
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Up and away, up and away. |