| Staring down from this high window
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| At the faces in the line
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| Cold from hours of waiting
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| How many people can you love?
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| When you’re black and blue with bruises
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| From collisions on the road
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| The friction grind of travelling
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| This is the never ending show
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| All over the world in eighty days
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| Head in a blur of information
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| What kind of a man could live this way
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| I do what I can
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| I do okay
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| But right now
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| All I want to do
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| Is get real
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| If that’s all right with you
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| Woke up last night under the mountains
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| Driving from Zurich to Milan
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| I lay there listening to the echoes
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| Thinking of Iceland and Japan
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| So many miles, so many faces
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| And my home so far away
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| I lose some of me in all these places
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| And I can’t help the way I’m changed
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| All over the world in eighty days
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| Memories turn like magazine pages
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| What kind of a man could live this way
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| I do what I can
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| But I can’t escape it
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| Right now
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| All I want to do
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| Is get real
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| If that’s all right with you
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| Right now
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| All I want to do
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| Somehow
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| Be myself with you
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| All over the world in eighty days
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| Alcohol haze of information
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| What kind of a man could live this way
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| As long as I have
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| And stay the same
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| Right now
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| All I want to do
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| Is get real
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| If that’s all right with you
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| Right now
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| All I want to do
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| Get real
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| If that’s all right with you
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| For just one night with you
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| If that’s all right with you
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| Get real
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| Get real right now
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| Somehow |