| So I’m listening for the weather to predict the coming day
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| Leave all thought of expectation to the weather man
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| No it doesn’t really matter what it is he has to say
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| 'Cause tomorrows keep on blowing in from somewhere
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| All the people that I know in the apartments down below
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| Busy with their starring roles in their own tragedies
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| Sunlight sends you on your way
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| And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
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| Never be afraid of change
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| I’ll call you on the phone
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| I hate to leave you on your own
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| But I’m coming home today
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| And this busy inner city
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| Has got nothing much to say
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| And I know how much you’re hanging round the letterbox
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| And I’m sure that as I’m writing
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| You’ll be somewhere on your way
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| In a supermarket checkout or the restaurant
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| I’ve been doing what I’m told
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| I’ve been busy growing old
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| And the days are getting cold but that’s alright with me
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| Sunlight sends you on your way
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| And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
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| Never be afraid of change
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| I’ll call you on the phone
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| I hate to leave you on your own
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| But I’m coming home today
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| Yes I’m coming home today
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| I’ve been doing what I’m told
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| I’ve been busy growing old
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| And the days are getting cold but that’s alright with me
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| Sunlight sends you on your way
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| And those restless thoughts that cling to yesterday
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| Never be afraid of change |