| I believe I was born with the wanderlust
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| Made from the curiosity to see the whole world
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| Ever since I’ve been old enough to get around
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| I’ve been on the move, never one to settle down
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| I got it bad it’s a bad disease
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| Travel light just in case I need to pick up and leave
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| Some might say I’m good at running away
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| It was the way I was raised
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| That’s how I know I’m free
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| And the song lines travel on for years
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| From a long line of radical ideas
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| Travellers and traders, musicians and sailors
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| Who move through the ages to get me here
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| And there’s something out there that I’m trying to find
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| I left it behind when the moment arrived
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| I rewind and remember engraved in my memory
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| The memory of all of it, it’s called life
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| Now you’re drunk with the geezers
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| Singing on the metro
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| Looking for a coffee in the gray-lit dawn
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| Hanging on a barstool
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| Palms on a napkin
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| Drinking in Paris
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| It’s a beautiful morning
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| Head full of cheap beer, expat belligerents
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| Navigating traffic in the Shanghai taxi
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| Two-day train trip
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| Eyes on the landscape
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| Vast Mongolian hills roll past you
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| You learned a lot of swear words
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| Ate a lot of weird food
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| Made a lot of friends considered close crew
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| Slept in hostels
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| Dealt with some hostiles
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| And climbed the Himalayas to appreciate the view
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| Now somewhere out there you are still travelling
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| Standing on a corner singing songs at the moon
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| Clear-headed, crazy, night like a diamond
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| Happy in your skin trying to take it all in
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| Cradle in the heartbeat
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| Blood pump patchwork
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| Soaked up bittersweet mixed up epiphanies
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| Still away from everything you came from
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| Headphones on, now you see the world differently
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| Far from degenerate, waiting in an airport
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| Empty back pocket with the stamps in your passport
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| Are you a soldier or soul so well worn
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| Would you even recognise who you were before
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| Transformed by all these strange events
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| Tears in your eyes and you feel so blessed
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| When the plane touched down
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| Your feet touch ground
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| You finally get home, you gotta savour that feeling |