| I turned on the radio
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| And heard a man say
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| I left home one morning
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| And ran far away
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| Never made it to work
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| On the 8.30 train
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| Just kept going south
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| To start over again
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| You can’t win, you can’t lose
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| When there’s nothing left to choose
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| Know what’s right, know what’s wrong
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| But still don’t belong
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| Nothing lost, nothing gained
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| Things will never be the same
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| Better take up the chance to quietly slip away
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| We spin around in endless circles
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| One day we’ll stop and hit the ground
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| We spent all our love
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| And fell out of time
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| Building our dream home
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| On the wrong side of town
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| Never wanted for much
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| Just a place in the sun
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| I sent you a letter
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| Didn’t say where I’d gone
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| You can’t win, you can’t lose
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| When there’s nothing left to choose
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| Know what’s right, know what’s wrong
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| But still don’t belong
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| Nothing lost, nothing gained
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| Things will never be the same
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| Better take up the chance to quickly slip away
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| We spin around in endless circles
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| One day we’ll stop and hit the ground
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| We spin around in endless circles
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| Searching for life we never find |