| These lost ideas
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| Of love we couldn’t fault
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| Live out our years
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| Afraid of letting go
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| Take me for the weekend, far from home
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| Take me to the road with no end
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| Take me for the weekend, far from home
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| Take me to the road with no end
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| You feel my pulse, we’re symmetrical
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| Leave me where the tram lines echo
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| Let comforts go, to your pocket holes
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| We never take a chance to settle
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| These lost ideas
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| Assault into our clothes
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| They reappear
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| As every penny goes
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| Take me for the weekend, far from home
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| Take me to the road with no end
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| Take me for the weekend, far from home
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| Take me to the road with no end
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| (Leave me where the tram lines echo)
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| (We never take a chance to settle)
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| You feel my pulse, we’re symmetrical
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| Leave me where the tram lines echo
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| Let comforts go, to your pocket holes
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| We never take a chance to settle
|
| Take me for the weekend, far from home
|
| Take me to the road with no end
|
| Take me for the weekend, far from home
|
| Take me to the road with no end
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| Take me for the weekend, far from home
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| Take me to the road with no end
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| Take me for the weekend, far from home
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| Take me to the road with no end |