| Chased you out of this world, didn’t mean to stop
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| I turned around and suddenly you where gone
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| Like some bird from paradise, the fire and ice
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| We turned around and suddenly you where gone, gone, gone
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| And now summer burns a hole inside and years are golden once again
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| My thoughts return to you my dear young friend
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| Oh come this way
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| Will you look down this way
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| I go down on the street
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| Where the wild wind’s blowing
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| Here comes a hurricane
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| I say come down this way
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| Will you look down this way
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| I need you tonight
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| I need you around me
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| I’m looking through the windows
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| And my mind goes in a whirl
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| Well there’s a multitude of candles
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| Burning in the windows of this world
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| I’m looking at the colours
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| Checking out the straights
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| I’m counting out the numbers
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| Will tomorrow never change?
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| Still I hear you and I love you
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| And I’ll follow you elsewhere
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| And I’ll remember this occasion
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| I’ll remember being aware
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| 'Cause we’ve got panic in the evening
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| We’ve got fall-out in the streets
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| And I hear you and I follow you
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| And I’ll call out and I’ll say
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| That I can hear your sister call out
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| And I hear her call your name
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| They’re calling sweet surrender
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| And things won’t be the same
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| And don’t you think that I don’t care
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| And don’t you think that I don’t know
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| And don’t you hear them calling out
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| In a place not far from here
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| And I hear big wheels are turning
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| Some things are not to fear
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| They say this is the time and place
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| They call street fighting years
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| And I hear great wheels are turning
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| And I tell you not to fear
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| They say this is the time and place
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| They call street fighting years
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| And I love you, I look for you
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| And I walk to you, I walk to you
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| And I hear big wheels are turning
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| Is there no way out of here?
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| They’ll be calling out tomorrow. |