| I know I have earned it
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| But most days I don’t feel like I deserve this
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| To the victor go the spoils
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| Through this mortal coil
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| Oh how the years have been so kind to me
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| I found the permanent place
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| Where the skies are gold not grey
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| Well, I can taste the salt on your skin
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| And feel the sunshine on my face
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| We’re gonna run, we’re gonna run, gonna runaway
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| From the day
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| We’re gonna run, gonna run, gonna runaway
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| From the day
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| Finally free from the past
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| How long could a feeling like this last?
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| The road away from here
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| Is long and steep my dear
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| Oh how the years have been so kind to me
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| I found the permanent place
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| Where the skies are gold not grey
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| Where I can taste the salt on your skin
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| And feel the sunshine on my face
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| We’re gonna run, we’re gonna run, gonna runaway
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| From the day
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| We’re gonna run, gonna run, gonna runaway
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| From the day
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| We’re gonna run
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| I found the permanent place
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| Where the skies are gold not grey
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| We’re gonna run
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| We’re gonna run
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| Ooh |