| In a dream, on a wave.
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| I could tunnel underground, or I could float away.
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| From it all, on a holiday.
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| Bon voyage, I want to get away from all I know.
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| I could shoot into the sun.
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| I could be the bullet of a gatling gun.
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| Disappear, another dilanger on the run.
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| I want to get away from everything, and everyone.
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| We gotta get away from it all.
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| We gotta get away from everything we’ve come to know.
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| We gotta get gone, like on a holiday but for longer.
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| Away from all the silly things that are us.
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| I could explode.
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| Oh what I’d give to be a Supernova.
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| Oh if I could be blown to bits I would.
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| Yea.
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| We gotta get away from it all.
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| We gotta get away from everything we’ve come to know.
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| We gotta get gone, like on a holiday but for longer.
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| Away from all the silly things that are us.
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| And if you run from it, darling.
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| Baby, would you think about taking me?
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| We gotta get away from it all.
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| We gotta get away from it all.
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| We gotta get away from it all.
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| We gotta get away from it all. |