| The city grows cold as we start to fall
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| The streets are still lit, the bars at last call
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| Looking for love and looking for when
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| A final letter from me will be sent
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| Cause we’ve all got to be going somewhere
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| Yeah we’ve all got to be going somewhere
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| Some to the ground and some to thin air
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| But we’ve all got to be going somewhere
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| I’ve got my freedom, I’ve got my friends
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| I’ve got stories and dusty book ends
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| Stories that go past cigarette ends
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| Some lives are born and some remain dead
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| But we’ve all got to be going somewhere
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| Yeah we’ve all got to be going somewhere
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| Some to the ground and some to thin air
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| But we’ve all got to be going somewhere
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| Yeah we’ve all got to be going somewhere
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| Yeah we’ve all got to be going somewhere
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| Yeah we’ve all got to be going somewhere |