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At ten past eight, |
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I'm leaving home, |
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We'll drive along the bypass 'til we find that road. |
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The coastal road, |
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To somewhere new, |
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Where they don't treat the drink they drink as something they should cling on to. |
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At ten past nine, |
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I'll take that flight, |
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And yes we're looking older now but you live this way you're bound to. |
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We'll wave goodbye, |
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To all that grey, |
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But at least a climate where the seasons mark out with distinctive change. |
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And tomorrow am, |
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We'll start anew, |
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In a village where the people there can talk about religious views, |
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Without the need, |
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Of laws in reams. |
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Or the worry that the words you use will light some all engulfing fuse. |
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The blue skies the green fields i keep them all in here... |
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The blue skies the green fields i keep them all in here... |
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The blue skies the green fields i keep them all in here... |
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The blue skies the green fields i keep them all in here... |
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And tomorrow am, |
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In somewhere new, |
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In a different place you feel the weight of everything you've been through. |
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So I've got to change, |
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I need to change, |
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Cos I don't talk to you no more without the need of fear or rage. |
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The speeches, the anthem, the law with no momentum; I cannot give myself to you. |
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We're so much older now we need a new home town, a place that we can call our own. |
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And doll you're proof enough that people are some good they just need space where they can grow. |
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With speeches and anthems the shape and size of this one, they just need space where they can grow. |
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The blue skies the green fields i keep them all in here... |
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The blue skies the green fields i keep them all in here... |
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The blue skies the green fields i keep them all in here... |
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The blue skies the green fields I'm tired of keeping them in here. |
