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Moving, keep moving, the tour never stops. |
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In the light of petrol stations and cheap corner shops |
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I have finally figured a list of the things that |
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I've got, |
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And the things that |
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I'm not. I need you, |
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I need you, |
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I need you to care, |
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When I'm moving it's soothing to know that you're there, |
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And that when |
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I get home |
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I can breathe you like heady fresh air, |
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For as long as |
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I dare. Honey |
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I'm sorry, but |
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I've got my sea legs again. |
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If I stand on dry land for a minute, |
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I feel sick and then |
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I have to start moving again. |
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From Glasgow to |
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Moscow, from |
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London to |
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Lille, Sat on the platform or next to the wheel, |
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I haven't got space on this postcard to say how |
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I feel, But that was the deal. |
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I miss you, |
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I miss you, but |
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I don't ask your help. |
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When I'm out on the road |
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I look out for myself; |
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I look after my guitar, my clothes and my wallet, my health, |
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And nothing else. |
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You're on my phone again, well, |
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What do you want me to say, |
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When I'm this far away? |
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And you don't know where |
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I am, well, |
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You're not the only one. |
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I am lost and |
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I'm gone away (Oh Darling Thou Pluckest Me Out) |
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And I don't even know where you are (Oh Darling Thou Pluckest Me Out) |
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And I don't even know who you are anymore. |
