| So he’s going across to London
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| But she never crossed his mind
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| Eyes look to the future
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| But don’t see what he left behind
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| She can’t take it any longer
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| Now she’s holding on for dear, dear life
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| So you should know that you got to let him go
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| Then it’s gonna be alright
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| Outer change is for the better
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| And we all go different ways
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| But we all need something, oh, to hold
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| But if change is what you’re after
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| Then she won’t get in your way
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| But they all need something, oh, to hold
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| So she laughs at all the promises
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| And she smiles at what she’s got
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| Hoping no one notices
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| That she’s something that she’s not
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| Now her thoughts are getting clouded
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| By the crown that’s on her head
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| But I can’t stay if you’re drifting away
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| Oh, you’re trying instead
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| Outer change is for the better
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| And we all go different ways
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| But we all need something, oh, to hold
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| But if change is what you’re after
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| Then she won’t get in your way
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| But they all need something, oh, to hold
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| To hold
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| Something, oh, to hold
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| Outer change is for the better
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| And we all go different ways
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| But we all need something, oh, to hold
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| But if change is what you’re after
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| Then she won’t get in your way
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| But they all need something, oh, to hold
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| Something, oh, to hold, yeah
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| Something, oh, to hold |