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Oh the rush hour is over |
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And the night has been trying |
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To drive us and chase us away |
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But we're lovely and drunk now |
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And our laugh dosen't |
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Rattle or fray |
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And the friday folk |
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Are coming round |
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Let the wildness |
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Have its way |
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Oh sweet autumn |
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With your dark surprise |
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And your short days all smudged with gold |
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You covered up |
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Worn paths for us |
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So no story could be told |
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And sent the dark |
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Come tumbling down |
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So the wildness |
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Can't grow cold |
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So the morning |
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Would never know |
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Of the wildness |
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Of the wildness |
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Driving me on again |
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Of the wildness |
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Of the wildness |
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Shaking me |
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Letting me know |
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There were two of us driving |
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We were six miles out |
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And a |
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Hundred miles to go |
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Still the morning lies waiting |
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And the light falls |
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On your travel map |
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I'm still here hoping |
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For the wildness |
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To relax |
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For the wildness |
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To go back |
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Of the wildness |
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Of the wildness |
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Driving me on again |
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Of the wildness |
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Of the wildness |
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Shaking me |
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Letting me know |
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I said yeah |
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Can you |
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Feel it |
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I went up to your house one night |
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I took 59 in the rain |
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And I saw your tiny face shine |
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So calm and so bright |
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And so gay |
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I called in |
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I called out |
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I couldn't see any other name |
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I woke |
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One morning |
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With the wildness |
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Once again |
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With the wildness |
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Shining in |
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Of the wildness |
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Of the wildness |
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Driving me on again |
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Of the wildness |
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Of the wildness |
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Shaking me |
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Letting me know |
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Of the wildness |
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Of the wildness |
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Driving me on again |
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Of the wildness |
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Of the wildness |
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Shaking me |
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Letting me know |
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Of the wildness |
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Of the wildness baby |
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Driving me on again |
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Of the wildness |
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Of the wildness |
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Shaking me |
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Letting me know |
