| Going to India when the love breaks
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| Going to India watch all elephants
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| Fly away from the pain.
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| Strap us in, 'cause the bass can’t get us like an old guitar
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| Here’s a place full of waste sweet taste
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| Everyday on the corner playing his sitar
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| Gotta go 'cause I know I should’ve flown
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| Left nothing too exact to create yourself
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| If you know I’d say yeah I’m renowned
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| cuz it feels like my love has lost itself
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| Going to India when the love breaks
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| Going to India, watch the men charm the snakes
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| Run away from the pain
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| 'Cause you know that there’s nothing left to lose
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| when you’re chasing a dream
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| Get up high when you go 'cause you know
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| That she’s bumping inside and she needs to scream
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| Find a place where you’ll face into haze
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| And the dark shade feeling that captivates
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| Put faith into nature, that is, invent yourself
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| don’t change your ways
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| And, oh, how confusing this love can be
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| You get the fuck out
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| But don’t you lay… don’t lay
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| Going to India when the love breaks
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| Going to India watch all elephants
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| Fly away from the pain
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| Strap us in, 'cause the bass can’t get us like an old guitar
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| Here’s a place full of waste sweet taste
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| Everyday on the corner playing his sitar
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| Gotta go 'cause I know, should’ve flown
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| Left nothing too exact to create yourself
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| If you know I’d say yeah I’m renowned
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| cuz it feels like my love has lost itself
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| So fly away
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| Don’t fly away
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| Don’t you fly away
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| Don’t you fly away |