| Before the time of the morning sandman
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| I can find my way around
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| Soon be here at the borderline, I guess
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| Armageddon coming down
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| And here lies a pretty state again
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| It’s time to make a move on
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| 'Cause in three days, I’ll be out of here
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| And it’s not a day too soon
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| Firelight, the light of love, burns
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| Turns to ashes in your hand
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| So to bed by the morning light, I guess
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| And I’m awake and understand
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| Set sail for St. Petersburg
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| Making use of my time
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| 'Cause in three days, I’ll be out of here
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| And it’s not a day too soon
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| Head out to a better life
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| I can get a job, settle down
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| I’m full of love, of a full of feeling
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| I can’t stand the here and now
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| We leave town for pity’s sake, you know
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| It’s time to make a move on
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| 'Cause in three days, I’ll be out of here
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| And it’s not a day too soon
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| Yeah, three days, I’ll be out of here
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| And it’s not a day too soon |