| Crashing like a tidal wave on the shore
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| She comes home feeling ready to fall on the floor
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| For hours on end she’s been working her life away
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| Feeling so tired of the bullshit every day
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| And she said
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| I really gotta go somewhere
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| I really gotta go somewhere else
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| Before I go off the deep end
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| She said, I really gotta get somewhere
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| I gotta get a grip on myself
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| Or I’ll get lost in the regret
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| Now I’ve been trying to tell her she’s not alone
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| Staring at the 'read' receipts on my phone
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| Cause I want to be with her everywhere she goes
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| But she’s not thinking of me packing her clothes
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| And she says
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| I really gotta go somewhere
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| I really gotta go somewhere else
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| Before I go off the deep end
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| She said, I really gotta get somewhere
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| I gotta get a grip on myself
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| Or I’ll get lost in the regret
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| Ooo, if only I could break on through
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| Oh I would give her all I could
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| The kind love that would feel so good
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| Ooo, but she needs to find something new
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| She booked a one-way flight to Rome
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| She gotta go far to feel at home
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| Ooo, she booked a one-way flight to Rome
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| She gotta go far to feel at home
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| I really gotta go somewhere
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| I really gotta go somewhere else
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| Before I go off the deep end
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| She said, I really gotta get somewhere
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| I gotta get a grip on myself
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| Or I’ll get lost in the regret |