| Everyone has said that I might go
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| 'Cos my red suitcase and my ray-bans
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| Weren’t quite so
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| I’d bear the heavy wind and rain that falls
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| I’ll never come back again
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| 'Cos you know I laugh when winter shows her hand
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| Well, that picture framed the saddest thing you’ll see
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| But it bought me time and a place that love could be And since I’m going now please rearrange
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| 'Cos I’d like to think that things have changed
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| I don’t believe you’ll be open anymore
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| Tell me if, you want to see
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| A world outside your window
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| A world outside your window isn’t free
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| And tell me if you wanna catch that feeling of redemption
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| That feeling of redemption doesn’t do much for me Well, everyone was hoping you would stay a while
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| Tell us 'bout that great land in the south
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| I see that man — now ain’t he under offer?
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| I tell you child you go wash out your mouth
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| Tell me if, you want to see
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| A world outside your window
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| A world outside your window isn’t free
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| And tell me if you wanna catch that feeling of redemption
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| That feeling of redemption doesn’t do much for me What can you say
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| I’m hiding in the belfry
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| What can you say — I want to catch time
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| How can you say you know anything about me Well I knew about you — but I won’t care about you
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| Everyone has come to see. |
| Well somethings have to do Flowers out for this photographic haunt, but they all pass me by But the age is not a funny game, it don’t give such a buzz
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| And when I winced with ignorance
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| I had to kiss this dust |