| Down in the old town, when my mind is wandering
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| Round empty hallways, when will I be one again?
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| You’re just making it harder for yourself
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| Making it easy for everyone else
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| Making it easy for me
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| In the old town
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| You’ll never be in and you never get out
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| You learn from the family
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| You’ll never be in and you never get out
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| To run to the end of the earth
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| Under the archways, when my mind is wallowing
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| Down to the country, where I will be well again
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| You’re just making it harder for yourself
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| Making it easy for everyone else
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| You’re making it easy for me
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| In the old town
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| You’ll never be in and you never get out
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| You learn from the family
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| You’ll never be in and you never get out
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| To run to the end of the earth, to the end of the earth
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| And run to the end of the earth
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| Build me a home underground
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| Free from light and sound
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| Build me a home in the air
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| I will run to the end, to the end, to the end of the earth
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| And run to the end, to the end, to the end of the earth
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| And run to the end of the earth |