| Well I am going down to nowhere
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| Its not too far from here
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| The rain’ll be running rings
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| Around this tin pot cavalier
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| And there are skeletons and wastrels
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| As far as the eye can see
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| So if you want me baby
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| Then nowhere’s where I’ll be Yeah, I am going down to nowhere
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| Oh it’s child' s play
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| We are turning up our collars
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| We are hijacking the day
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| And you can tell me about your journeys
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| You can tell me all your dreams
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| But nothing comes close
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| To the nowhere that I’ve seen
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| And all you people heading somewhere
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| Well, you don’t know what you’re missing
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| 'Cause there’s nothing like the freedom
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| Of a place where no one listens
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| So I am going down to nowhere
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| It is steeped in history
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| This is high-rise living for a Joke like me We are such pretty little failures
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| On streets paved with fools gold
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| And no one will think twice about
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| The nothing that they’ve sold
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| And all you people who are heading somewhere
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| Well you don’t know what you’re missing
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| 'Cause there’s nothing like the freedom
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| Of a place where no one listens
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| So I am going down to nowhere
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| With the drop-outs and the bums
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| I’m a soldier of the vacuum
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| When the darkness comes
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| I’m a vaudeville comedian
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| In a theatre of bones
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| And it’s a laugh a minute
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| When nowhere is your home |