| Running in the wrong direction
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| Isnt it a long way home,
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| People with the wrong intentions
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| Isnt it a long way home.
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| City, you are dying real slow
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| Country, you are calling me to go.
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| Smokestacks, I dont need you no more
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| Im gonna fly…
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| To where the sky meets the land
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| And the living is not planned
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| And the children can laugh just
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| Cause theyre living.
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| Ill send for you
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| If you ever want me to But youll have to find
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| A whole new way of giving.
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| Running from the noise and poison
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| Isnt it a long way home.
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| Wounded by a law mans toy gun
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| Isnt it a long way home.
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| City, no more shadows to be seen.
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| Country, all the sunshine you can dream.
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| Smokestacks spew your sour-smelling
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| Steam
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| Im gonna fly.
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| To where the sky meets the land
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| And the living is not planned
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| And the children can laugh
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| Just cause theyre living.
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| Ill send for you
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| If you ever want me to But youll have to find
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| A whole new way of giving. |