| Take a right at the roundabout
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| Another right gets you around and out
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| Left for 0.2km
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| 45 and take a right again
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| Take a slight left passing over
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| The 45 merges into E20
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| The E20 merges into E6
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| The sunset burns in the firebreaks
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| They say this what your friends should be for
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| But I don’t know who my friends are any more
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| Sometimes I get this feeling
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| This town’s been constructed around me brick by brick
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| This walls seem to be thin
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| And I think I’m being used for some purpose
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| In a future I did not know I lived in
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| With a heart I did not know that could be breaking
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| They say this is what your friends are for
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| But I don’t know who you people are any more
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| Take a left when you come out the door
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| Go past Peggy’s grocery store
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| Walk down Calendar Road to the stop
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| There’s a funeral home and some empty shops
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| Just wave your hand to the cruising cops
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| The flowers and all the door knobs
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| The bus is waiting down the hill
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| Your left hand wrapped round a mint pastille
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| Your right hand wrapped round a milk-white stone
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| From this point you will never be alone |