| Sun beats hard
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| On Sunset Boulevard
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| Much harder still
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| In Notting Hill
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| A northwind blows
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| And carries me home
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| Carries my heart, carries my soul
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| When cool silks they turn to suede
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| When young dreams are torn and frayed
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| The South feels so cold and grey
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| Today! |
| Today the North’s too many miles away
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| Today! |
| Today I got to get away
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| I’m driving north
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| I’m heading home
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| I’m driving back
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| To the place I once belonged
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| It’s all gone silent
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| The light begins to fade
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| One man unplugs
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| The penny arcade
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| And carries me home
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| Carries my heart, carries my soul
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| I’m driving north
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| I’m heading home
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| I’m driving back
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| To the place I once belonged
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| One sweet bouquet
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| The flowers strewn
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| The petals scattered
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| Here in the North
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| No dreams are shattered
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| I’m driving north
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| I’m heading home
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| I’m driving back
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| To the place I once belonged
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| No we don’t feel angry
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| No we don’t feel betrayed
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| Unlike our fathers
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| We don’t remember better days
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| No we don’t feel angry
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| No we don’t feel betrayed
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| We just live
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| In this day and age |