| Some waste all their years away just holding ground
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| Oh sweet lord, some face the music and some turn it down
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| Bless your soul, may your dust never settle down
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| Settle down, settle down
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| You want to feel, feel like you’re running away
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| You want to taste, life with the wind through your hair
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| You’re scared, frantic running but it’s all okay
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| Trust your soul, won’t you tell why you’ve got to go?
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| Stay out late, you’ll never know if it’s your last time around
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| Time around, time around
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| You want to feel, feel like you’re running away
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| You want to taste, life with the wind through your hair
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| You want to feel, feel like you’re running away
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| You want to taste, life with the wind through your hair
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| Through the pain of love lies rites of passage
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| They draw us together
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| Your coming home
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| I want to know just where you’ve been
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| You say you made it, Oh God, you made it, yes you made it
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| You want to feel, feel like you’re running away
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| You want to taste, life with the wind through your hair
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| You want to feel, feel like you’re running away
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| You want to taste, life with the wind through your hair |