| The call of the wild, brings me to my window-sill, eyes to the dawn
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| A tug on a heartstring by soft, unknown, fingers
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| Leading me on, But there’s only a streetlamp
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| Standing guard to my soul
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| In the morning air
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| A silent companion, waiting like me for the dawn…
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| Faint stirrings of life are heard 'cross the rooftops
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| Breaking the spell
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| Echoes of footsteps that call down the pavement
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| With stories to tell
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| And Chimney-smoke towers reaching out on the grey
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| Of the morning light
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| Passionate fingers, outstretched in welcome for the dawn…
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| The sound of the city
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| Thunders around me
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| Drags me along
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| The babble of voices
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| The roar of the traffic
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| Drown me in their song
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| I’m only a heartbeat keeping time with a pace
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| Set by marching feet
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| A pulse that beats stronger as the new day unfolds from the dawn…
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| Can you feel it pumping?
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| Can you feel it flowing round and round?
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| Can you feel it through your fingertips?
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| To your head it flows up through the ground…
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| Does it scare you?
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| When you feel the scenery closing in…
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| Adrift on the street
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| I merge with confusion
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| And I feel complete
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| Swelling with the human tide
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| Heart and mind electrified
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| --I'm swaying like the ground beneath my feet
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| We can stand and watch with pride
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| Or maybe scorn and cricise
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| How people seem like rats at running pace
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| But you and I are runners too
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| There’s nothing more that we can do
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| But join the rats down at the starting gate
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| But you and I are runners too
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| There’s nothing more that we can do but run
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| The final strait lies round the bend
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| But I don’t want this race to end!!! |