| Found himself out into the road
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| The dust up to his nose
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| Put that anchor down
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| To find a place where he could go
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| 'cause he was looking for the shelter
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| From the storm
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| You were looking for a place that you could call your own… you…
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| Kept on, now walking past the signs you used to see
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| Kept on getting used to dropping-anchor
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| In the sea
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| 'cause you´re looking for a shelter of the storm
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| Looks like news that storm is coming closer every day now…
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| Uuu…
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| Drove himself into a town
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| The roads were paved with gold
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| (all the roads were paved with gold)
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| Eyes wide open, shutters closed
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| (eyes wide open, shutters closed)
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| Just waiting for my time to know
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| (quarter to twelve is time to go)
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| The sorrow’s hiding underground
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| The rain is falling upside down
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| (and the clouds are turning red like flames)
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| Oh 'cause I’m looking for a shelter from the storm… 'cause she’s getting
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| closer every daaaaaaayyyyyyeyeyeyehey!
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| The storm is getting closer every day
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| The storm is getting closer every day
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| The storm is getting closer every day
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| Every day |