| every time i hold your hand it feels like i am all alone
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| now i don’t know where i am, and i don’t feel like i am home
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| and you’re throwing words at me, but i don’t really mind
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| when you come to your last days it’s not me that you will find
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| cos i’m moving on
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| i’m moving on
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| when you wake up in the morning
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| darling i’ll be gone
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| i’ve got a pocket full of coins and a mind that’s all made up
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| i’ve got a ticket to the airport on the early morning bus
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| i am flying out of here and i’m leaving you behind
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| cos i don’t know who you are and i know that you’re not mine
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| now i’m moving on
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| i’m moving on
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| when you wake up in the morning
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| darling i’ll be gone
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| well i haven’t got a job and i don’t have a five year plan
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| and i don’t care what you say cos i’m content with who i am
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| i will follow in the footsteps of those who’ve gone before
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| remembering to put my trust in he who opened up the door
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| i’m moving on
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| i’m moving on
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| when you wake up in the morning
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| darling i’ll be gone
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| well i’ve had my chance at this
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| i came so close but somehow missed
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| the point in what this life is all supposed to be about
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| i’m not asking for another chance
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| in this thing they call romance
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| but i’d like to find a girl who i can love in the mornings in the middle of the
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| days the afternoons and in the evenings too
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| now i’m sitting in a cafe in the old town square in Brugge
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| and the coffee here is average, i’m just paying for the view
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| i’ll expect the unexpected and i’ll see what i might find
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| and i’ll hope to fall in love with someone i can be with for the rest of time |