| Take a plane, could be a thousand miles away
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| Take our time, where clocks don’t have too much to say
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| Take it slow, live it all just day by day
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| Go alone, you wave goodbye and fly away
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| I often wonder what it’s like (woah)
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| To leave this all and start a life (woah)
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| Some place new and out of touch (woah)
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| With all our ways we know so much (woah)
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| Let’s start again, and recreate our lives out there
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| Walk the plank, feel the wind blow through our hair
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| On a beach, gather shells up from the sand
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| Or way down low, where moonlight rises from the land
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| I often wonder what it’s like (woah)
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| To leave this all and start a life (woah)
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| Some place new and out of touch (woah)
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| With all our ways we know so much (woah) |