| Disembark, leaving behind what you think you know
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| Bring home times that leave a mark, jet-set… go!
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| Tacked up in a hilltop olive crop
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| Flat black on a sunset backdrop
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| Follow El Toro south from here
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| As the bus charges on into Andalucia
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| Stone fence on a Yorkshire cliff top
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| Trees tense against a gale that’s non-stop
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| Whitby’s a wild walk away
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| Hold my hand, stand looking at Robin Hood’s bay
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| From Green Park take the blue tube out to Heathrow
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| Watch your wings flash in the dark, jet-set… go!
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| Phi Mai to Nong Kai is a long long way
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| Took a train and tuk-tuk to my birthday
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| On the banks of the mighty Mekong with beers
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| Getting older is the least of my fears
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| Lounging outside the ‘Fun City' motel
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| Sun high over a neon-lit chapel
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| It’s all so unlikely, I grin like a fool
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| At the pink stucco walls and the bright blue pool
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| Disembark leaving behind what you think you know
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| Bring home times that leave a mark, jet-set… go!
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| At the end of a long day we fell back in love in a Haight district hotel
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| A question as big as the trees upstate
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| And an answer that opened our own golden gate
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| In the dark across continents my dreams know how to find out where you are
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| Jet-set |