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You don't seem like the type |
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To settle down |
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You don't seem like the type |
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To settle in |
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And outside it's colder |
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But the night is clear |
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Outside it's colder |
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But I like it here |
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It's what I wanted |
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It's what I wanted |
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Years pass and we become like the rest |
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Weddings and Funerals and Sunday best |
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And everyone has a choice so don't complain |
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Everyone has a chance |
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We're all the same |
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It's what you wanted |
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It's what you wanted |
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From life |
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From life |
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Evenings I stow away upon the wreck |
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As people get drunk upstairs on the deck |
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Outside I hear the call of the wind |
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Outside the life I knew is with me still |
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It's what you wanted |
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It's what you wanted |
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From life |
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From life |
