| Well, I walked out this evening
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| Stood out in front of my house
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| To see the daylight leaving
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| My eyes pointed south
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| I felt like I was dreaming
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| I’d never seen the sky so red
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| Gave me the strangest feeling
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| And a voice inside me said
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| All my life I’ve been chasing setting suns
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| See me running up the hill when the evening comes
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| They get further away the faster that I run
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| I’m getting old and tired of chasing setting suns
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| Walked down to the ocean
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| And sat on the cold hard stones
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| Saw the seabirds fishing and the sunlight glistening
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| Down on my English home
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| Thought back to all the things I’ve seen
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| The people I know and the places I’ve been
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| The city skylines and the fields of green
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| It’s a wonder I made it home
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| All my life I’ve been chasing setting suns
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| See me running up the hill when the evening comes
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| They get further away the faster that I run
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| I’m getting old and tired of chasing setting suns
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| Well, all my life I’ve been chasing setting suns
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| See me running up the hill when the evening comes
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| They get further away the faster that I run
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| I’m getting old and tired of chasing setting suns
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| I’m getting old and tired of chasing setting suns
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| Oh I’m getting old and tired of chasing setting suns |