The stars and satellites
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Are quiet over the hills tonight
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And the cats' eyes and white lines
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Are heading out for miles
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The frost on the embankment
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Keeps my feet on the road
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But the tunes and beers
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Are walking us back home
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And we stopped any travellers
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And wished them good new year
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And we sang and we drunk
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And we quarrelled and we cheered
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And we felt the earth below
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And we knew how good it was
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Just walking back home
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La La La La......La La La La......La La La La......La La La La
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I left them at the circle
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As the sun began to rise
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And we walked the last few hundred yards
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Back to my own house
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I pulled my coat still closer
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'Cause now I'm on my own
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I've struck out for the first time
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And now I'm walking back home
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Warbeck sang
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La La La La......La La La La......La La La La......La La La La
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The Stacy's sang
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La La La La......La La La La......La La La La......La La La La
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Linda sang
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La La La La......La La La La......La La La La......La La La La
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Walking Back Home
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| Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross |
