| Fear of the morning roam
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| Don’t know where life has blown.
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| Hope somewhere to find me.
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| Inner-lane on the road to mo
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| Packing seeds with letter then
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| Hope my friends will find them
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| Washing doors in time
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| Heading south
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| Hoping they won’t find me
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| Hey-o you and moving
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| Hope the road is still out
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| Hitch a lorry and find my kin
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| It’s only rock 'n' roll songs give a gentle tone
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| With the totems of time I’ll be chatting along
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| There may you may find me
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| It’s only rock 'n' roll songs give a gentle tone
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| With the firebirds I’ll laugh and be gone
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| There may you see me
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| Lost my job my house is gone
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| Lost my will but travel on
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| Hope to find it still
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| Greed down the line million dollar byte
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| Never to be mine
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| Gets you in the night
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| Inner-lane on the road to mo
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| Packing seeds with letter
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| Then hope my friends will find them
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| Hey-o you and moving
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| Hope the road is still on
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| Hitch a lorry and find my kin
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| It’s only rock 'n' roll songs give a gentle tone
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| With the totems of time I’ll be chatting along
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| There may you find me.
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| It’s only rock 'n' roll songs give a gentle tone
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| With the firebirds I’ll
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| laugh and be gone
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| There may you see me
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| It’s only rock 'n' roll songs give a gentle tone
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| With the totems of time I’ll be chatting along
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| There may you find me.
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| It’s only rock 'n' roll songs give a gentle tone
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| With the firebirds I’ll
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| laugh and be gone
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| There may you see me
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| There’s no planet to play on no more
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| With eyes closed we eat,
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| anything goes
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| There may you see me
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| It’s only rock 'n' roll songs give a gentle tone
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| With the firebirds I’ll
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| laugh and be gone
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| There may you see me |