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Is who you are now, who you want to be now |
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Or are you someone you don't wanna be? |
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Is what you wanted really what you wanted |
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Or is it nothing like you dreamed? |
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Mamma, there's a hole in the life we've made |
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Thousands of people laughing in the shade |
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Pointing their fingers at the mess we've made |
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There's a tourist in every heart that just wants to say |
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But winter's coming and it's time to go |
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It's already over, we just didn't know |
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They're stacking up wood where the flowers grow |
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There's a tourist in every heart that can't wait to go |
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Is who you are now, who you want to be now |
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Or are you someone you don't wanna be? |
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Is what you wanted, what you really wanted |
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Or is it nothing like you dreamed? |
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Honey, there's a boat and it waits for us |
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Somewhere there's a time and a place for us |
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It could be perfect if it wasn't for us |
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Mamma, we're in love with a memory |
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A perfect dream of how it used to be |
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When our hair was windy and our nights were free |
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There's a tourist in every heart sees what it wants to see |
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Is who you are now, who you want to be now |
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Or are you someone you don't wanna be? |
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Is what you wanted really what you wanted |
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Or is it nothing like you dreamed? |
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Dreamed |
