| I can sense departure in the air
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| Now it’s only the past that we share
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| Divided at a parting of the road
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| Where I could ride on or lighten the load
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| I’ve been dreaming of a town
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| Where the lost and found
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| And wrong way round are bound
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| For departure
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| I’ve been comfortably numb
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| But a change is gonna come
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| Like a storm
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| Driving down through the streets
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| From mount Desolation’s peak
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| To make you pure
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| For departure, for departure
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| Lover, we have fought and we have laughed
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| At every obstacle thrown in our path
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| The things have gotta change before I crack
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| Before I get so lost I can’t get back
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| I’ve been dreaming of a town
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| Where the lost and found
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| And wrong way round are bound
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| For departure
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| I woke up at the mouth
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| Of a river in the south
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| Of this land
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| Where the tide and the stones
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| Strip the troubles from your bones
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| And make you glad
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| Of departure
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| I’ll treasure 'til I’m dead
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| Everything that we have said and done
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| For the voice in my head
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| Is telling me I’d best be moving on
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| Cause the decent folk don’t want me
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| Everywhere my missteps haunt me
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| But the fears that always stalked me
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| Seem to fade away
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| When I start dreaming of a town
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| Where the lost and found
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| And wrong way round are bound
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| For departure
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| I woke up at the mouth
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| Of a river in the south
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| Of this land
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| Where the tide and the stones
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| Strip the troubles from your bones
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| And make you glad
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| Of departure
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| Where the tide and the stones
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| Strip the troubles from your bones
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| And make you glad
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| Of departure
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| The death of love
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| The death of love
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| It’s nothing to be scared of
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| It’s just a light switching off |