Well I'm heading back to pack a bag
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To head out on the road
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To take away what I know is mine
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And I'm running down and past the yellow house
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With Joe into the breeze where no one seems to care
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And I'm feeling the pull
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Dragging me off again
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And I'm feeling so small
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Against the sky tonight
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Well stories of an open light
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And every time we work ourselves up into a rage
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We smash and grab
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And pull the handle no one says but everybody
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Wants to be the one just climbing out
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And I'm feeling the pull
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Dragging me off again
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And I'm feeling so small
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Against the big sky tonight
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Tonight, yeah
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And I'm feeling the pull
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Dragging me off again
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And I'm feeling so small
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Against the big sky tonight
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And I'm feeling the pull
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Dragging me on again
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And I'm feeling so small
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Against the big moon sky tonight
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Tonight, oh
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Feeling The Pull
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| The Swell Season |
