| Take me away from here, it’s getting too dark
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| And the sun could get brighter with the light of a spark
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| I’ve got one in my pocket and it’s keeping me down
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| I keep your picture in a locket just to turn me around
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| In this town, on the ground
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| I found a postcard from an elegant place
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| If I could be there right now I wouldn’t cover my face
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| I’d make twenty new friends and we’d start up a gang
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| I’d sell my clothes to make ends and go out with a bang
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| The old slang that you sang
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| Had me dreaming about a life that I could never attain
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| And if I didn’t have a wife then I could never explain
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| How I got into this state and I can’t seem to escape
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| I tried arranging all my thoughts and then recording to tape
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| But your shape cannot break
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| If you wanna break me
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| You know you’ve got that
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| Only one look from you could save me
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| I can’t stay here anymore
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| I don’t know how to let go
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| Take me away from here, it’s getting too bright
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| And I’m looking for a tunnel at the end of the light
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| I’ve got none in my pocket and it’s sending me up
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| So I throw away the locket and I fill up my cup
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| It’s enough to play tough |