| I’m leaving the smog below me now
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| I’m leaving my troubles on the ground
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| I’m watching those smokestacks just blaze away
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| The sky will be blue never grey
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| The future is filled with wasted time
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| I can’t see the road -- I’m going blind
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| I’m laughing at all of my future plans
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| Shining like gold in my hands
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| Isn’t it funny how you reach me
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| You know exactly what I’m thinking
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| You’re always helping me from sinking
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| It’s your way
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| Hello, this is london calling -- is my flight due
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| Hello, is there someway I can reach you
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| Isn’t it funny how you call me
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| You call me up while I am sleeping
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| You’re always helping me from sinking -- it’s your way
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| Now this is the end of all my dreams
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| The drumming has stopped behind my ears
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| There’s no looking back now -- I’m too far away
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| I’m shaking like mad in a daze..
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| Then out of the night you join me here
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| The people around me, they disappear
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| And I hear your voice, and you speak to my eyes
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| And everything comes alive |