| I’m running rings around
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| This silent old Spanish town
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| Where it only rained when the sun came out
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| Would appear as if from nowhere
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| Short and sweet and sightings were rare
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| But in patience lay a ritual I could bare
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| But if I could only exist where I stand
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| I’d be in amongst unfinished architecture
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| With an outcome unplanned
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| So don’t tell me anything
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| I’m busy exiting my body
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| To let the world have its way with me
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| Bright colours against the sky
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| Yellow buildings no prying eyes
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| From the rooftops
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| I’ll be anything you want
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| Into evening still broad daylight
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| As I shelter on a highway
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| Waiting as the 7.45 pulls in late
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| And if I could only exist where I stand
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| I’d be in amongst unfinished architecture
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| With an outcome unplanned
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| So don’t tell me anything
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| I’m busy exiting my body
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| To let the world have its way with me
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| While I bide my time
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| A little closer to paradise
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| When all that’s gone wrong in my life
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| Was only in my own mind
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| So don’t tell me anything
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| Don’t show me anything
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| I’ve no time for anything
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| No not anything at all
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| No, don’t tell me anything
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| I’m busy exiting my body
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| To let the world have it’s way with me
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| While I bide my time
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| A little closer to paradise
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| When all that’s gone wrong in my life
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| Was only in my own mind |