| Another day, I feel the weight of the atmosphere’s pressure
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| And I can’t escape
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| I try to run, I try to find my feet
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| My soul is sticking to the street
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| I get a move, I got to get myself to clean my shoes
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| And take the cynic route
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| I was afar, I’m following the star
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| Home isn’t where you are
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| And everything is falling into place
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| And then we move again
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| So take the curve and move along
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| Until we’re gone, we’re moving on
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| And on, and on, and on
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| And on, and on, and on
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| And on, and on, and on
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| I feel alive, I am aware of the colors in the sky
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| And where the birds don’t fly
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| And if the night is coming pretty soon
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| I’m walking through the dark with you
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| I’ve got to play
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| I’ve got to listen to my toy today
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| On the motorway
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| And I could feel, the ground beneath my wheels
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| Putting me back in my place
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| And everything is falling into place
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| And then we move again
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| So take the curve and move along
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| Until we’re gone, we’re moving on
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| And on, and on, and on
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| And on, and on, and on
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| And on, and on, and on
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| And on, and on, and on
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| And on, and on, and on
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| And on
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| And on
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| Another day, another place where I can find my way
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| Take the avenue way
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| And I know exactly where to go
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| Home isn’t where you stay
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| And everything is falling into place
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| And then we move again
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| So take the curve and move along
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| Until we’re gone, we’re moving on
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| And on, and on, and on
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| And on, and on, and on
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| And on, and on, and on
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| I feel alive, I am aware of the colors in the sky
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| And where the birds don’t fly
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| And if the night is coming pretty soon
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| I’m walking through the dark with you |