| Halfway to my childhood home
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| In the car and on my own
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| White lines where the road is sewn
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| Stitches holding down the car
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| Beside the sun under the stars
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| Through the evening coloured so
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| Like pink champagne and eye-shadow
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| La la la…
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| All the patterns of the past are gone
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| Cutting down the dotted line I’m on
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| Because we all begin with just our skin
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| And we live enthralled just like animals
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| Like animals
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| Watching with a child’s face
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| The backseat used to be my place
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| But now I put my foot down first
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| Sweet memories won’t quench this thirst
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| For horizon on every side
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| Now my eyes are open wide
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| Fingers from the sky will find
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| The cloud of dust I’ve left behind
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| La la la…
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| All the patterns of the past are gone
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| Cutting down the dotted line I’m on
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| Because we all begin with just our skin
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| And we live enthralled just like animals
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| Like animals, like animals
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| Just like animals |