As sure as the floor 'neath my toes,
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And somehow not surprised
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That I was superimposed
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Somehow in this life
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And if my friends and my foes
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Would just drop me a line
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That'd be nice
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You see love is a drink
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That goes straight to my head
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And time is a lover
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And I'm caught in her stead
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And the sentiment there follows me
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Straight to my bed through the night
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I've got my life in a suitcase
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And ready to run run run away
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I've got no time
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'cause I'm always trying to run run run away
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'cause everyday it feels like it's only a game
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I've got my life in a suitcase, a suitcase, a suitcase
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What could be an anchor here
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With a storm on the rise
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When you're never meant to see so clear
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When smoke gets in your eyes
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And the man in the moon
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Never makes his replies understood?
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I've got my life in a suitcase
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And ready to run run run away
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I've got no time
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'cause I'm always trying to run run run away
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'cause everyday it feels like it's only a game
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I've got my life in a suitcase, a suitcase, a suitcase
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For a moment I was warm and the world made sense
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For a moment here this storm had no consequence
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I've got my life in a suitcase
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And ready to run run run away
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I've got no time
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'cause I'm always trying to run run run away
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'cause everyday it feels like its only a game
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I've got my life in a suitcase, a suitcase, a suitcase
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The Day I Lost My Voice (The Suitcase Song)
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| Copeland |
