| Left it all behind
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| A package by the door
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| A souvenir for those who find it
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| Our eyes searching for more
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| Could it be a home?
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| Busy streets
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| But never need the signs
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| A little piece we found
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| That made us whole
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| To help us pass the time
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| We’ll run until it all falls down
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| And never count the years
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| One day I’ll bring you something more
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| Than just these souvenirs
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| Carry me now
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| Over mountains, over sea
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| We can run or ride
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| We can run a mile
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| With lights flashing by me
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| Could it be a home?
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| Busy streets
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| But never need the signs
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| A little piece we found
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| That made us whole
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| To help us pass the time
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| We’ll run until it all falls down
|
| And never count the years
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| One day I’ll bring you something more
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| Than just these souvenirs
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| We’ll run until it all falls down
|
| And never count the years
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| One day I’ll bring you something more
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| Than just these souvenirs
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| Oh we’ll never count the years
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| Bring you more than just these souvenirs
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| Oh we’ll never count the years
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| Bring you more than just these souvenirs |