| Midnight
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| When you get there
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| Just hold her to your chest
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| Then walk you to the beach
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| To watch the birds fall from their nest
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| I’ll ask where you’re going
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| And what you’re doing
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| You have no answer
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| Cause you’re a wanderer wondering
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| You’re a wanderer wandering
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| You’re a wanderer
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| Wandering
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| And every second is a pounding drum
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| You’re leaning over me to put another record on
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| And every other guess is just cold hard luck
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| Now the life is kid creole and the coconuts
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| Midnight when you get there
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| Just hold her to your chest
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| And tell her loves the best
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| For her
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| For you
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| For me
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| Does the world make you crazy
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| It made me crazy too
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| But I’m all out of hunger
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| Because I’m a wanderer wondering
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| I’m a wanderer wondering
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| I’m a wanderer
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| Wandering
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| When I whisper you can have me walking on it
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| I feel my heart go boom-boom for the first time in years
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| Now it’s all making sense and I don’t feel so mad
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| And all that it’s left to do is sing it all loud
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| And we’ll still be singing there all the way home
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| Cause you will always hear the thunder
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| When you’re a wanderer, wandering
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| You’re a wanderer, wandering
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| You’re a wanderer
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| Wandering |