Don't turn on the radio, sing me something original.
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Sing it like the old boy, twelve buck blues he's paid to stews.
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Don't listen to the media, lotting mass hysteria.
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Listen to the wind blow, as you roll your windows down.
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You're headed out of town, you've heard enough of the city sounds.
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Your hopes are high but your head is down.
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Don't you dare forget what you left it all behind.
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You're free, nah.
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Free from all the lies.
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Let go, of everything that keeps you low.
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And baby let's get high, of li-li-li-li-li-life
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Just say the word and I will meet you half way
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I I really missed you, that's all you gotta say.
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And babe I'm on my way.
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Just say the word I'm there.
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Watch out here I come.
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I don't know what I've been told,
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I'm falling in love and it's out of control.
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Look at hers, I'm packing her bags.
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Like she's in love.
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Oh, look at me.
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I'm pacing in circles, waiting on a phone call.
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Up and away, up and awa-way.
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Up-up and away, up and away yeah.
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I don't know what I've been told
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I'm falling in love and it's out of control
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Up and away, up and away.
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Falling Up
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Never Shout Never |