A struck match faded like a nervous laugh
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Beyond the halo of a naked bulb
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Your low voice mingles with your other half's;
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Schoolfriends in second-hand clothes
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Eventually your world will shrink within four walls
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Of neglected debts and stolen stereos.
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So move away Jimmy Blue
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Before your small, small town turns around
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and swallows you
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A drunk mother was the cue
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For the legendary things that you do
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Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face
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Behind the old glue factory too.
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So move away Jimmy Blue
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Before your small, small town turns around
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and swallows you
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Wet feet visit the same old places
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Finding nothing new
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It's a binful of tissues from made-up faces
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In a townful of nothing to do
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A love match with the moon
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In a layby, while insects hum and
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You got put in the darkness of a woman's womb
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Jimmy Blue.
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So move away, yeh,
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Move away Jimmy Blue
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Before your small, small town
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Turns around and swallows you.
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Move Away Jimmy Blue
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| Del Amitri |
