| The fires are burning in another land
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| Don’t start counting, don’t start counting
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| Colder and colder the ice is moving closer
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| And gets me down
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| Going round and round and down the same old track
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| Pack on my back, going swiftly nowhere
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| Heart in my ear beating like a drum
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| Where will you go?
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| All by yourself
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| And now I’m standing on a corner
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| Waiting in the rain
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| But then in sunlight without warning
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| I invent a name
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| Me and Sarah Jane
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| We had a special thing going
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| Me and Sarah Jane
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| It was a time of love and laughter
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| It wouldn’t come again
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| We had our round of joy but after
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| Then began the pain
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| Me and Sarah Jane
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| We had a special thing going
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| Me and Sarah Jane
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| Sarah Jane
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| Searching for a clue
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| Traces on the sand
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| First I’m flying, going round round round
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| Then I’m sliding going down down down
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| Doesn’t matter where I start I always end up Crawling through those same old crowded rooms
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| Me and Sarah Jane
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| We had it coming
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| All the pain
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| Walking down the streets
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| And finding nothing is the same
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| And now the city lights are dimming, one by one
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| It costs too much money to keep them on Me and Sarah Jane
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| In silence walk along the shore
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| Tears of joy and mocking laughter
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| Words lost in the wind
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| The tide was rising
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| But there we stayed
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| We had no fear of dying
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| We weren’t afraid |