| In a dead end town
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| Tied to apron strings
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| All our friends have left
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| Destined for better things
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| Nothing to do
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| No education
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| Can’t afford a taxi to the station
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| It’s the end of the line
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| Got nowhere to go
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| And we’ve got nowhere to be
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| So what’s stopping you from leaving here with me?
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| There’s nothing left for us here
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| Let’s face it
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| We’re losing sight of our dream
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| Let’s chase it
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| Leave our mediocre lives behind
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| Living each day blind
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| I’m sick of struggling
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| Just to get through it
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| The time for talking is over
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| Let’s do it
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| Nothing you can say will change my mind
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| Living each day blind
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| The kettle is on
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| The water is boiling
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| One more cup of tea
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| And I’m out of here
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| Shut the door
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| Keys in the letterbox
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| Pause to wipe away a silent tear
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| It’s the end of the line
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| Got nowhere to go
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| And we’ve got nowhere to be
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| So what’s stopping you from leaving here with me?
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| There’s nothing left for us here
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| Let’s face it
|
| We’re losing sight of our dream
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| Let’s chase it
|
| Leave our mediocre lives behind
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| Living each day blind
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| I’m sick of struggling
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| Just to get through it
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| The time for talking is over
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| Let’s do it
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| Nothing you can say will change my mind
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| Living each day blind
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| For once in my life
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| You don’t get to touch me any more
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| And I’m free
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| For once in my life
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| You don’t get to touch me any more
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| Listen to me…
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| There’s nothing left for us here
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| Let’s face it
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| We’re losing sight of our dream
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| Let’s chase it
|
| There’s nothing left for us here
|
| Let’s face it
|
| We’re losing sight of our dream
|
| Let’s chase it
|
| Leave our mediocre lives behind
|
| Living each day blind
|
| I’m sick of struggling
|
| Just to get through it
|
| The time for talking is over
|
| Let’s do it
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| Nothing you can say will change my mind
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| Living each day blind |