| Flashes of lightning, buckets of rain
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| Hitting down hard upon the back lane
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| Everyday seasons in a satellite town
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| Remembering stories of summer long weeks
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| Hourlong kisses on the back seat
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| Everyday dreaming in a satellite town
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| What can we become
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| If we never want to change
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| Cause I’ll pretend that I’m a winner
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| I’m a loser that can lie
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| And how I wish I was a fighter
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| But I’ve been running for the whole of my life
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| I wanna be a free spirit
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| But I need somewhere I belong
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| How can something that feels so right
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| Make me feel so wrong?
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| Oh, how could I be so wrong?
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| We live for the weekend, rewind and repeat
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| Stumbling home along the backstreets
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| Everyday dealings in a satellite town
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| Well, our heads are full of these stupid ideas
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| Still thinking we’re living through our college years
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| It’s an everyday feeling in a satellite town
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| Cause I’ll pretend that I’m a winner
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| But I’m a loser that can lie
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| How I wish I was a fighter
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| But I’ve been running for the whole of my life
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| I wanna be a free spirit
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| But I need somewhere I belong
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| How can something that feels so right
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| Make me feel so wrong?
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| Oh, how could I be so wrong?
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| Oh, how I could I be so wrong?
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| What can we become
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| If we never want to change
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| I’ve let my colours run
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| And I’ve let my colours fade
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| Cause I’ll pretend that I’m a winner
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| But I’m a loser that can lie
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| How I wish I was a fighter
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| But I’ve been running for the whole of my life
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| I wanna be a free spirit
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| But I need somewhere I belong
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| How can something that feels so right
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| Make me feel so wrong?
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| Oh, how could I be so wrong?
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| Oh, how I could I be so wrong?
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| Oh, how I could I be so wrong? |