| Life, in a quiet town
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| I felt that I might drown
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| In obscurity
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| Like a hermit
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| I always seemed to be in bed
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| With stacks of books I should have read
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| Like Kerouac, Virginia Woolf & Genet
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| It seems to me, the place to be
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| Is far away from hollow dreams
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| That satisfy the few and not the many
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| You turn my world around
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| You, you turn me upside down
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| And everything that you do
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| And everything that you say
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| Just keeps me running to be right next to you
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| And every time that we meet
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| I melt in your body heat
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| I can’t compete
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| Down, from the barren slopes
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| To the plain below
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| Where the city sleeps
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| I took my two feet
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| They say tomorrow’s all about
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| Mistakes we make, and there’s no doubt
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| I have made so many I can’t count them
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| Forget the past and move on fast
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| Away from dreams that never last
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| Forever gunning, forever running
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| You turn my world around
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| You, you turn me upside down
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| And everything that you do
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| And everything that you say
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| Just keeps me running to be right next to you
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| And every time that we meet
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| I melt in your body heat
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| I can’t compete
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| Oh! |
| You’re so sweet
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| With everything that you do
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| I’m not afraid what Virginia Woolf might do
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| And every word that you say
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| From the balcony I’ll throw Jean Genet
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| With everything that you do
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| Keeps me running to be right next to you
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| And everything that you say
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| Forever running, forever running |