| Was it the January winds on your face?
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| Or the longing for personal space?
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| Or were your crimes just too hard to erase?
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| Was it the way you’d get caught in the rain
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| In a heat that you cannot explain?
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| Or did the rent finally drive you away?
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| What an interesting card to have played
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| Well go chase the sun, go chase the sun
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| Go chase the sun and see what you could become
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| Was it the trains on a Saturday night?
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| Or the way that your neighbours would fight?
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| Or did you start to believe all the hype?
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| Was it the homeless begging for change?
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| Or cause nobody listened to the things you would say?
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| Or did your friends just convince you to stay?
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| Well that’s an interesting card to have played
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| Well go chase the sun, go chase the sun
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| Go chase the sun and see what you could become
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| I’ll sit and wait for whatever it is
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| That keeps be believing in a city like this
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| Be it the people, or be it the views
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| I am not lost and I am not confused
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| So you, go chase the sun, go chase the sun
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| Go chase the sun and see what you could become
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| Go chase the sun, go chase the sun
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| Go chase the sun and see what you could become |