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We stepped out in the shatter light |
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And I watched as we blew away |
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Through a sea of seats |
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And the tangled-up streets |
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And the cities in a grey-blue haze |
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In the catalogue |
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All the places fold in |
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Underneath a daylight moon |
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Grey eyes, brown eyes, mad nights, red skies |
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Well I keep them in a jumble room |
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So while I am the one who waits here |
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We all know that it's all such a game of Touch And Go |
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Let's play at Touch And Go |
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I'm waking up in the moving windows |
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Going out to play the game of Touch And Go |
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Cause it's all so touch and go |
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The summer boy in his dark-blue shirt |
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Getting letters from Tokyo |
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And we're sitting in a shaky lake |
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Or gliding over to a girl with a broken nose |
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There's motorway sparks |
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And meetings in the park |
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And fires from years ago |
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You can watch your friends |
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Through this tiny lens |
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Then you'll know that there's no way home |
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So while I am the one who waits here |
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We all know that it's all such a game of Touch And Go |
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Let's play at Touch And Go |
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Waking up in the moving windows |
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Going out again to play the game of Touch And Go |
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Cause it's all so touch and go |
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Let's go |
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Touch |
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Go |
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Touch And Go |
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Touch And Go |
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Touch |
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Go |
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Touch And Go |
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Touch And Go |
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Oh-oh |
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Now it's springtime |
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On the moving stairway |
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Time to start again |
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And I'm wondering vaguely just whose face this is |
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And could we ever be friends? |
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Outside now it's so huge and blue |
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And the city windows start to glow |
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And the tides are soft as we're casting off |
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As the summer starts to show |
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So while I am the one who waits here |
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Where I like to play the game of Touch And Go |
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Let's play at Touch And Go |
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I'm waking up in the moving windows |
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Going out again to play the game of Touch And Go |
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Cause it's all so touch and go |
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So let's go |
