| I never saw it as the start, it’s more a change of heart
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| Rapping on the windows, whistling down the chimney pot
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| Blowing off the dust in the room where I forgot
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| I laid my plans in solid rock
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| Stepping through the door like a troubadour, whiling just an hour away
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| Looking at the trees on the roadside, feeling it’s a holiday
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| You and I should ride the coast and wind up in our favourite coats just miles
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| away
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| Roll a number, write another song like Jimmy heard the day he caught the train
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| Ooh lala, ooh lala
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| Ooh lala, ooh lala
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| He sips another rum and coke and told a dirty joke
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| Walking like Groucho, sucking on a number 10
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| Rolling on the floor with the cigarette burns walked in
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| I’ll miss the crush and I’m home again
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| Stepping through the door with the night in store, whiling just an hour away
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| Step into the sky in the starbright, feeling it’s a brighter day
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| You and I should ride the coast and wind up in our favourite coats just miles
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| away
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| Roll a number, write another song like Jimmy heard the day he caught the train
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| Ooh lala, ooh lala
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| Ooh lala, ooh lala
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| You and I should ride the tracks and find ourselves just wading through tomorrow
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| And you and I, when we’re coming down, we’re only getting back
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| And you know I feel no sorrow
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| Ooh lala, ooh lala
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| Ooh lala, ooh lala
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| When you find that things are getting wild, don’t you need days like these
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| When you find that things are getting wild, don’t you need days like these
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| When you find that things are getting wild, don’t you need days like these
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| When you find that things are getting wild, don’t you need days like these
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| Ooh lala, ooh lala |