| At a time when the world seems to be spinnin'
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| Hopelessly out of control
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| There’s deceivers, and believers, and old in-betweeners
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| That seem to have no place to go
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| Well, it’s the same old song, it’s right and it’s wrong
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| And living is just something that I do
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| And with no place to hide, I looked in your eyes
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| And I found myself in you
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| I looked to the stars
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| Tried all of the bars
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| And I’ve nearly gone up in smoke
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| Now my hand’s on the wheel
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| I’ve something that’s real
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| And I feel like I’m going home
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| And in the shade of an oak down by the river
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| Sat an old man and a boy
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| Setting sail, spinning tales and fishing for whales
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| With a lady they both enjoy
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| Well, it’s the same damn tune
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| It’s the man in the moon
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| It’s the way that I feel about you
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| And with no place to hide
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| I looked in your eyes
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| And I found myself in you
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| And I looked to the stars
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| Tried all of the bars
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| And I’ve nearly gone up in smoke
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| Now my hand’s on the wheel
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| I’ve something that’s real
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| And I feel like I’m going home |