How often do you lie in bed
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And wonder in the dark
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If there¡¯s something in the heavens
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Way beyond the stars
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How often do you wonder
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As you face another day
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If there¡¯s something special waiting for You
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Somewhere far away
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Somewhere Far away
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When I look around the town these Days
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There¡¯s nothing here for me
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And the job is like a prison
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That might never set me free
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And all the girl¡¯s I¡¯ve fancied
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Are married now or gone
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And the good few years I¡¯ve schooled
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Still not sure what¡¯s going on
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This feeling often takes me that
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I know I should not stay
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And its time to see what¡¯s waiting for me
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Somewhere Far Away
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Somewhere Far Away
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Maybe somewhere far away
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The hills are always green
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The healing of your longing heart
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Is more than just a dream
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Maybe it¡¯s a tower back
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Upon the 18th floor
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There awaitin in the hallway
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Behind the chained up door
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This feeling often takes me that
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I know I should not stay
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And its time to see what¡¯s waiting for me
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Somewhere Far Away
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Somewhere Far Away
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| The Saw Doctors |
