| Late at night we grab our things
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| Take the car and hit the road
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| Follow the old familiar trace
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| Laid in our secret code
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| The same old village by the sea
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| Once a second home for you and me
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| As we drive all through the night
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| We both don’t dare to speak
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| So afraid we won’t succeed
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| In finding what we seek
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| The same old village by the sea
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| Home of all our memories
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| That will hurt, rather than do us good
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| Life taught us many lessons
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| I thought we learned those lessons well
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| We should be old enough to face it
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| But we both don’t say a word
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| Just speechlessly drive South
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| While emotionally, it feels
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| We’re heading North
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| There are things that fall to dust
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| As soon as touched for real
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| They’re meant to be kept safe deep inside
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| And not to be revealed
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| The same old village by the sea
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| Covered by the dust of centuries
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| That wiped out all the traces we had left
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| Life taught us many lessons
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| I thought we learned those lessons well
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| We should be old enough to face it
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| But we both don’t say a word
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| Just speechlessly drive South
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| While emotionally, it feels
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| We’re heading North |