| The old town she’s running from
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| Waiting for its broken doors to collapse
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| On her feet, to say the least
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| So packing up, a lot to see
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| Picking up the treasures of the world, the world
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| Keeping wide of everything
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| Holding on to things who make you old
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| Keeping mixed up all the time
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| Can’t you see that love is in their eyes
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| Love is in their eyes, oh love is in their eyes
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| They’re hiding in the night
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| Love is in their eyes
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| Love is in their eyes, oh love is in their eyes
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| They’re hiding in the night
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| Love is in their eyes
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| The old town she’s running from
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| Waiting for its broken doors to collapse
|
| On her feet, to say the least
|
| So packing up, a lot to see
|
| Picking up the treasures of the world, the world
|
| Keeping wide of everything
|
| Holding on to things who make you old
|
| Keeping mixed up all the time
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| Can’t you see that love is in their eyes
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| Love is in their eyes, oh love is in their eyes
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| They’re hiding in the night
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| Love is in their eyes
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| Love is in their eyes, oh love is in their eyes
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| They’re hiding in the night
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| Love is in their eyes |