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Riding through the streets of York, |
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Stepping on the cracks we used to know. |
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We'll wait up til all the hours, |
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Rolling now the way we used to roll. |
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I tingle and I'm tangled now, |
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I'm wrapped in all the silver and the gold. |
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I'll work it out in time I know, |
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If time is something I can still afford. |
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I'm a family man now, |
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It could be all I know. |
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I'm a family man now, |
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I'll be home before you know. |
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Tell me all the songs you love, |
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And dress up like you're trying to catch my eye. |
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We'll forget the world for now, |
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Let this things wash over us a while. |
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My memory's like a sieve, |
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It captures all the residue and grime. |
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But you're lighting up the present, |
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With your incandescent phosphor-coated smile. |
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I'm a family man now, |
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It could be all I know. |
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I'm a family man now, |
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Pretty soon I'm coming home. |
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I'd wait all day just to hold you. |
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I'd wait all day for your arms. |