| I took a trip down Belsize lane
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| Like I had done time and time again
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| That lane could drive any man insane
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| And through its hills I wouldn’t find my way
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| Searched for the stars to hold on to
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| See if their guidance could see me through
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| Thought I’d travelled for far too long
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| But by that time, there was no time at all
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| It’s the way that I sway, through the breeze that I break
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| It’s the movement of light, through the darkness I trace
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| It’s the length of the way, that fades into black
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| It’s the silence that haunts me but keeps me coming back
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| I took a trip down Belsize lane
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| Like I had done time and time again
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| That lane could drive any man insane
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| And through its hills I wouldn’t find my way (my way, my way ooh)
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| How many times can I head down
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| The lane I’ve found before I’m part of it
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| How many times can I head down
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| The lane I’ve found before I’m part of it
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| I took a trip down Belsize lane
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| Like I had done time and time again
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| That lane could drive any man insane
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| And through its hills I wouldn’t find my way (my way, my way ooh)
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| I took a trip down Belsize lane
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| Like I had done time and time again (and again, and again, and again yeeeh)
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| My recollection of the routes remain
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| And still I never seem to find my way |