| We stepped out in the shatter light
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| And I watched as we blew away
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| Through a sea of seats
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| And the tangled-up streets
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| And the cities in a grey-blue haze
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| In the catalogue
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| All the places fold in
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| Underneath a daylight moon
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| Grey eyes, brown eyes, mad nights, red skies
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| Well I keep them in a jumble room
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| So while I am the one who waits here
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| We all know that it’s all such a game of Touch And Go
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| Let’s play at Touch And Go
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| I’m waking up in the moving windows
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| Going out to play the game of Touch And Go
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| Cause it’s all so touch and go
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| The summer boy in his dark-blue shirt
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| Getting letters from Tokyo
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| And we’re sitting in a shaky lake
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| Or gliding over to a girl with a broken nose
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| There’s motorway sparks
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| And meetings in the park
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| And fires from years ago
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| You can watch your friends
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| Through this tiny lens
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| Then you’ll know that there’s no way home
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| So while I am the one who waits here
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| We all know that it’s all such a game of Touch And Go
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| Let’s play at Touch And Go
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| Waking up in the moving windows
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| Going out again to play the game of Touch And Go
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| Cause it’s all so touch and go
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| Let’s go
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| Touch
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| Go
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| Touch And Go
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| Touch And Go
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| Touch
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| Go
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| Touch And Go
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| Touch And Go
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| Oh-oh
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| Now it’s springtime
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| On the moving stairway
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| Time to start again
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| And I’m wondering vaguely just whose face this is
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| And could we ever be friends?
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| Outside now it’s so huge and blue
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| And the city windows start to glow
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| And the tides are soft as we’re casting off
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| As the summer starts to show
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| So while I am the one who waits here
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| Where I like to play the game of Touch And Go
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| Let’s play at Touch And Go
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| I’m waking up in the moving windows
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| Going out again to play the game of Touch And Go
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| Cause it’s all so touch and go
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| So let’s go |