| Only us
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| Only us
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| Only us
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| It wasn’t in the words that kept sticking in their throats
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| It wasn’t with the angels in their quilted coats
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| These battered wings still kick up dust
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| Seduced by the noise and the bright things that glisten
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| I knew all the time I should shut up and listen
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| And I’m finding my way home from the great escape
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| The further on I go, oh the less I know
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| I can find only us breathing
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| Only us sleeping
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| Only us dreaming
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| Only us
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| I hear you calling me
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| Yes, I hear you calling me
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| Home from the great escape
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| Yes, I can read you loud and clear
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| The further on I go, oh the less I know
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| Friend or foe, there’s only us
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| The further on I go, oh the less I know
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| I can find only us breathing
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| Only us sleeping
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| Only us dreaming
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| Only us
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| I’m coming home again, home again
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| And I hear you calling me home again
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| I am coming home again
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| Only us
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| Only us
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| Only us
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| Only us
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| Only us
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| Only us
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| Only us
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| Only us |