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Oh oh oh ... |
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Blurring facing evasive evolving747 lands |
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I go out strolling |
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Pacing lacing up the shoes |
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That depict a kind of blues |
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Get a paper read the news |
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Oh so many cities |
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Are going around in my head |
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Take me back to where |
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I might belong |
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Traipsing trading with strangers and romance |
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Learnt about the nights where you live like your last chance |
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Oh oh oh ... |
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I'm going to rocket with bus across the sky |
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Gonna catch a train through the sea |
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Then steal some fire |
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Hold on baby while the stage lights eve |
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When the beat ignites us |
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Prometheus is free |
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Oh so many cities |
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Are going around in my head |
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Take us back to where we might belong |
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Oh so many people |
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Rolled up on these shoulders |
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Something give me grace oh darling please |
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Blurring facing evasive evolving747 lands |
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I go out strolling |
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Pacing lacing up the shoes |
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That depict a kind of blues |
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Get a paper read the news |
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She was a fountain in the desert and a tropical sea |
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Our caravan stopped temporarily |
