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All this short summer night long |
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I've been waiting for you |
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Just to give me a sign |
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That you feel this way too |
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There are people on the streets for the weekend |
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But I don't hear them |
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There are others I could meet for the weekend |
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But I don't see them |
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Talk to me like the sea |
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Makes me want to get out of the city |
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Talk to me like the sea |
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Makes me want to get out of the city |
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I have a dream, of an inky blue sea |
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You could give up your job and go there with me |
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I know we'd miss the football and the dancing |
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There's always something |
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And you'd worry that the people here'd be talking |
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But that's nothing |
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Talk to me like the sea |
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Makes me want to get out of the city |
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Talk to me like the sea |
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Makes me want to get out of the city |
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In the morning I sit on the train and wonder |
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If I can go through all this again you know |
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I feel like staying till the end of the line this time |
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This time, this time, this time |
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We come to fight and dream |
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In this fairground of a town |
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Through the sweet and sickly streets |
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From the airless undergrounds |
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While the planes fly out of Heathrow |
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Taking people late at night |
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To where the fields are like Australia |
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In the early morning light |
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Talk to me like the sea |
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Makes me want to get out of the city |
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Talk to me like the sea |
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Makes me want to get out of the city |
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Talk to me like the sea |
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In the morning I sit on the train |
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Talk to me like the sea |
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Hey hey hey |
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Talk to me like the sea |
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In the morning I sit on the train |
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Talk to me like the sea |
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Oh oh yeah |
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Talk to me like the sea |
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Oh yeah, I sit on the train |
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Talk to me like the sea |
