Before the time of the morning sandman
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I can find my way around
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Soon be here at the borderline I guess
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Armageddon coming down
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And here lies a pretty state again
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It's time to make a move on
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Cos in three days I'll be out of here
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And it's not a day too soon
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Firelight, the light of love, burns
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Turns to ashes in your hand
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So to bed by the morning light I guess
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I'm awake and understand
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Set sail for St. Petersburg
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Making use of my time
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Cos in three days I'll be out of here
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And it's not a day too soon
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Head out to a better life
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I can get a job, settle down
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I'm full of love, of a full of feeling
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I can't stand the here and now
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Leave town for pity's sake you know
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It's time to make a move on
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Cos in three days I'll be out of here
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And it's not a day too soon
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Yeah, three days I'll be out of here
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And it's not a day too soon
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St. Petersburg
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| Supergrass |
