There¡¯s a needle in the sole of the city, it¡¯s flying all around
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Spray¡¯s a fine mist over, and switches off the sound
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I watch you as you slip away, I watch the sun go down
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It¡¯s such a perfect light here, here in my hometown
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A calm is on the water, the air is very still
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The sun it does not want to rise, it doesn¡¯t have the will
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the day is all hungover, it¡¯s dirty and lowdown
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And I am like a stranger, here in my hometown
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And don¡¯t you feel sometimes like
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Walking away from the world
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Walking away from the world
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You always took your chances, you always threw the dice
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You knew they were loaded, you came close once or twice
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Voices kept on calling, come on, come on down
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You never stood a chance here, here in my hometown
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You loved the beginning, never ready for the end
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You¡¯ve been gone for years now, but I can still pretend
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Nothing anyone could do, you lay your money down
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Now I see you everywhere, here in my hometown
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And don¡¯t you feel sometimes like
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Walking away from the world
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Walking away from the world
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You were in the pink chair, I saw into your eyes
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Where would you like to be my love, you said paradise
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I hope that is where you are, and you get to wear you crown
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You left everything behind, here in my hometown
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And don¡¯t you feel sometimes like
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Walking away from the world
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Walking away from the world
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There¡¯s a needle in the sole of the city, watch out where you step
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It¡¯s everywhere you care to look, and not where you expect
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I watch the day roll over, I watch the sun go down
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It¡¯s such a perfect light here, here in my hometown
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Here In My Hometown
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| Colin Hay |
