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Strange winds are blowing me down this way. |
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There's no prize in sight but the pain in my feet but I won't remember after tonight. |
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The clock turns red and the word on the street is that we are getting ready to leave. |
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Behind me I've forgotten to check all of the things that somehow now I don't seem to need. |
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Stepping over broken doors down in the street, all the chairs and tables lay on their sides. |
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We have to turn them over and stand them upright so we can leave them on their feet for the night. |
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So we can leave them on their feet for the night. (x4) |
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Take us apart and put us back together right, so we can leave on our feet in the night. (x2) |
