| He woke up, didn’t really know how he got there, wasn’t too sure why neither
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| A believer of sorts, just not too sure what sort of belief to believe in
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| So when the sun goes down each evenin' he looks to the sky for a reason
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| Wonders what’s behind the horizon, so he packs light and he’s off and he’s
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| leavin'
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| So he walks on lookin' for somethin', but just what it is, well,
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| he wasn’t too sure
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| So he walked all day then he walked all night then he walked all year then he
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| walked some more, then he
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| Then he stopped, took a look around to see where he’d got to
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| Didn’t recognise the spot, so he took it all in, got his things and he up and
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| moved on
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| We roam all over the planet lookin' for answers
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| Cross over timezones, connect the dots on the atlas
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| So as this world keeps turnin' around on its axis
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| On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be
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| We roam all over the planet lookin' for answers
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| Cross over timezones, connect the dots on the atlas
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| So as this world keeps turnin' around on its axis
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| On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be
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| So he walked all over the land, over snow and desert sands
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| Through valleys and mountains, cities and towns, when he got to the ocean he
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| swam
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| And when it was too far he learnt to fly, built a set of wings and he took to
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| the sky
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| So he looked high and low, tryna find what it’s like on the other side
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| And everywhere that he went he’d ask people questions, swapped stories and
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| traded perspectives
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| Each movin' in different directions, paths on the map just intersectin'
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| And though the names and the faces changed some things remained the same
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| And some spoke with words that he couldn’t understand, but some things you
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| don’t need words to say
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| And then one day he looks back and sees how far he’s come
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| All the faces he’s met on the way since he left from the place that he started
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| from
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| All livin' off the food that they’d learnt to grow and the rules that they’d
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| learnt to know
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| So he took everything that he’d learnt from them and he set off to look for home
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| We roam all over the planet lookin' for answers
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| Cross over timezones, connect the dots on the atlas
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| So as this world keeps turnin' around on its axis
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| On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be
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| We roam all over the planet lookin' for answers
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| Cross over timezones, connect the dots on the atlas
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| So as this world keeps turnin' around on its axis
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| On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be
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| Left, right, left, right, catch me on the next flight
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| Onward through the dead of night, searchin' for a fresh sky
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| Over land, over sea, the planet never goes to sleep
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| On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be
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| Say left, right, left, right, catch me on the next flight
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| Onward through the dead of night, searchin' for a fresh sky
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| Over land, over sea, the planet never goes to sleep
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| On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be
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| Say left, right, left, right, catch me on the next flight
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| We roam all over the planet lookin' for answers
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| Onward through the dead of night, searchin' for a fresh sky
|
| Cross over timezones, connect the dots on the atlas
|
| Over land, over sea, the planet never goes to sleep
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| So as this world keeps turnin' around on its axis
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| On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be
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| Say left, right, left, right, catch me on the next flight
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| We roam all over the planet lookin' for answers
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| Onward through the dead of night, searchin' for a fresh sky
|
| Cross over timezones, connect the dots on the atlas
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| Over land, over sea, the planet never goes to sleep
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| So as this world keeps turnin' around on its axis
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| On we march with itchy feet, there’s always somewhere you could be
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| He woke up, still didn’t know how he got there, still wasn’t sure why either
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| A believer of sorts, believes in the faith that he found in the places he’s
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| been in
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| When the sun goes down each evenin' he’s dreamin' of somewhere scenic
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| Behind the horizon there’s a whole world to see, he won’t stop till he’s seen it |