| Take the phone
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| It’s out there all alone
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| Left it on the table where it was
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| Keep the car
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| The keys are in the front
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| It’s out there on the street right where I parked
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| And I know I don’t know much
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| But I know that a man feels many things
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| It’s a fleeting urge to run
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| Like a bird flying by on a summer breeze
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| Like the sound of a train if you’re listening
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| It just fades in
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| Then it disappears
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| Mark the map
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| Pack a couple bags
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| Dream myself a ticket
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| Don’t come back
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| And I know I don’t know much
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| But I know that a man feels many things
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| It’s a fleeting urge to run
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| Like a bird flying by on a summer breeze
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| Like the sound of a train if you’re listening
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| It just fades in
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| Then it disappears
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| If I could disappear
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| You don’t have to know why you’re going
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| Just why it is you want to leave
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| If I disappear
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| You don’t have to know where you’re going
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| Just where it is you want to be
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| You don’t have to know where you’re going
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| Just where it is you want to be
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| And I know I don’t know much
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| But I know that a man feels many things
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| It’s a fleeting urge to run
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| Like a bird flying by on a summer breeze
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| Like the sound of a train if you’re listening
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| It just fades in
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| Then it disappears
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| Walk away
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| Leave it all behind
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| Dream up the escape
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| But never try |