| Oh I lie here staring at the ceiling
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| And I wonder what’s happening outside
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| Oh I know you’ve got the same blank feeling
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| You don’t have to tell me I’m right
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| Beyond the outskirts, come with us
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| We’re small town dreaming
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| We’re birds on a wire
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| Beyond the outskirts
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| Come with us
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| We’ll jump out of the page and into the fire
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| Oh well we could sit here by the chain link fence
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| And talk for hours about Saturday
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| Oh well I know it makes no difference
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| To anything much anyway
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| Beyond the outskirts, come with us
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| We’re small town dreaming
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| We’re birds on a wire
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| Beyond the outskirts, come with us
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| We’ll jump out of the page and into the fire
|
| Beyond the outskirts, come with us
|
| We’re small town dreaming
|
| We’re birds on a wire
|
| Beyond the outskirts, come with us
|
| We’ll jump out of the page and into the fire
|
| Beyond the outskirts, come with us
|
| We’re small town dreaming
|
| We’re birds on a wire
|
| Beyond the outskirts, come with us
|
| We’ll jump out of the page and into the fire
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| Oh I lie here staring at the ceiling
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| And I wonder what’s happening outside
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| Oh I know you’ve got the same blank feeling
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| I wonder where you are tonight |