| There’s a place I know of in the western state
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| Lost to any map that you can find
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| Streets are made of cobble getting older
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| Houses fade like coal after a fire
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| Somewhere I don’t need to have a plan
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| I don’t know who I’m fighting now
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| Anyone who falls across my hand
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| Say no more, I’m gone
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| And who is emptier than who?
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| Still you’re waiting there against the black
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| Just to see me coming back
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| But I don’t think I’m likely to do that
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| I’m gonna be so different if you find me
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| You wont even realise I’m your man
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| Slow and sure the coast will redefine me
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| Turn me into sycamore and sand
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| Somewhere where the water meets the land
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| I don’t know why your troubling now
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| Nobody can change who I now am
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| Say no more, I’m gone
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| And who is emptier than who?
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| still you’re waiting there against the black
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| Just to see me coming back
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| But I don’t think I’m likely to do that
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| No I don’t think I’m likely to do that |