And the road runs through
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From your left eye to your right
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Straight as an arrow,
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Till it runs out of sight,
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And built like a level
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In a video game
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Not a road rises to meet you
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Not a door calls your name
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When the train runs through
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There¡¯s a rattling sound
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Like a cast-iron snake
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Slipping over the ground
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And the only light that shines
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Is the hotel¡¯s neon sign
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Chorus:
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Take me anywhere that¡¯s somewhere, where there¡¯s noises and lights
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That would be some kind of relief
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Take me anywhere that¡¯s somewhere
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Where there¡¯s no straight lines
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Cause the silence is deafening me.
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Every Friday night
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The paychecks come out
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And the quiet is broken
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And the music gets loud
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And the room starts to shake
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As the voices swell
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And just for an hour
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The night is dispelled
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And outside the highway sleeps
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And the dawn is beginning to creep.
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Anywhere/Somewhere ¨Ï2004 Declan Murray / Amith Narayan
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Anywhere/Somewhere
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| The Unseen Guest |
