| Listen, yeah
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| A lifetime of dreaming, visualising paradise
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| I woke up, rolled over and told my girl we’re leaving
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| It’s time to sacrifice a lot
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| Cause you ain’t happy with your job
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| And round here it’s like nothin' seems appealing
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| So let me know you feel the same
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| Throw your life into a case and we’ll depart from Victoria this evening
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| And then embark upon a path of rediscovery
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| Searching for the fruits from the lost garden of Eden
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| I’m wondering if I runaway and came back another day
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| Then would the young men who roll with metal put the guns away
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| And would the devil have took charge or would the slum be safe
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| I pray the latter’s right for everybody’s mumsy’s sake
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| And if I dissappear for years and reappear
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| Would my natural intuition still be crystal clear?
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| Or would I have lost clarity?
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| In this trivial pursuit we’re walking through so casually
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| I gotta leave, I gotta go
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| There’s nothing here for me no more
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| I gotta be free, I gotta be
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| Somewhere that I can just be me
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| And I run run runaway, run run runaway
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| Run run runaway, I runaway
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| We share a last cigerette, then walk into the station
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| Purchase two tickets to an alien destination
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| Board the train and witness pain on all the faces of multi-cultural races
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| But not me and my girl we’re breaking free
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| Like an escapist, cause we need to escape this
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| And I for one have got my mind made up
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| Even if where we stay is make-shift
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| I can’t remain in this domain of semi-ape shit, because all I see is hatred
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| I wonder if I dissappeared how many men would miss me
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| Or would they all forget like I erased my name from history?
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| I’m still trying yet to make a break within the chain of pain and misery
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| And vanish off the planet like a mystery
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| And if I did return and things were the same or worse?
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| You’d see the gear stick shift and then the whip reverse and I’d be straight
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| back on my travels
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| Burning rubber over gravel 'til we see the English Channel
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| I gotta leave, I gotta go
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| There’s nothing here for me no more
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| I gotta be free, I gotta be
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| Somewhere that I can just be me
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| And I run run runaway, run run runaway
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| Run run runaway, I runaway
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| As the carriage pulls away, I pull my lady closer and I tell her she’s okay
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| ‘Cause if we never broke the barricades today we’d always be afraid
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| And left to feel threatened in this dark and deadly maze
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| But now I’ve come of age, and as the train starts enterin' suburbia a smile
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| comes across my face
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| The unwinding of eternal rage, that was locked up inside just like my mates
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| behind prison gates
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| If I could runaway and come back another day
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| I’d let the song play, on the summer’s longest day
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| Kick back and just enjoy the raves, with a lager and a spliff to blaze
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| If I ever contemplate returning to this crazy place
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| I’d leave it long enough so they don’t recognise my face
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| I’d let the song play, on the summer’s longest day
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| While I roll upon the roads along the motorway
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| I gotta leave, I gotta go
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| There’s nothing here for me no more
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| I gotta be free, I gotta be
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| Somewhere that I can just be me
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| And I run run runaway, run run runaway
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| Run run runaway, I runaway |