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Seasons are changing |
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The evening's closing in |
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Buy a small house down |
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Where everything looks bright |
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And cleaned so right |
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I hope I can see you |
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You seem so far away |
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Everyone's leaving, they've got to get away |
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And search for that |
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Dreamland so pack your bags |
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Create the brand new day |
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I hope I can see you |
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So many miles from home |
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I'm lost without a phone |
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But around the world we go |
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What can I tell you? |
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It's immaterial |
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And what can |
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I say now that |
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I'm out in the cold? |
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Your letters speak of so many things we find so rare |
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A steady job, cold charity |
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But it's kinder so they say... |
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I hope I can see you |
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So many miles from home |
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I'm lost without a phone but around the world we go |
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What can I tell you? |
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It's immaterial |
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And what can |
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I say now that |
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I'm out in the cold? |
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Wherever you set your heart |
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It's best to call it home |
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But in a modern world 10,000 leagues are not too far to |
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Rome I hope |
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I can see you |
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So many miles from home and |
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I'm lost without a phone |
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But around the world we go |
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What can I tell you? |
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It's immaterial and what can |
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I say now that |
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I'm out in the cold? |
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It's immaterial |
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It's immaterial |
