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Stop thinking it over |
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And stick the suitcase in the van |
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By Saturday we'll be miles away |
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As we planned |
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I used to live for the landslides |
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To feel the earth move beneath my feet |
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But in my way I was in my way |
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I was incomplete |
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But I'm not the only one |
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Who made it out on my own |
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I may be the only one |
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But I'm not so alone |
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So alone |
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Lift the latch after midnight |
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And meet me at the fair |
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I'll kick my heels by the ferris wheel |
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Until you're there |
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Leave a note by the fireside |
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To say that we have gone |
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Where no-one knows who we are |
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Or where we're from |
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'Cos we're not the only ones |
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Who made it out on our own |
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We may be the only ones |
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But we're not so alone |
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So alone |
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Come and take my temperature |
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You've not had the best of it yet |
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Once a snatch of memories |
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I could find it hard to forget |
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Da da da da |
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Da da da da |
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Doo doo |
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Doo doo |
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Da da da da |
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Da da da da |
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Doo doo |
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Doo doo |
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Stop thinking it over |
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And stick the suitcase in the van |