(Hammill)
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Can't stop for a second:
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we might see how silly we all are.
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Can't get out, even for a moment:
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might be hit by a passing car.
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Dreams shatter and fall into dust,
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as long as we're travelling I suppose they must.
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But, while we're on the road, our days'll be glowing;
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and when we part, as you know we must,
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we'll leave, just going
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ever so slowly,
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ever so slowly.
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Motorway signs flash past like flies,
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it's getting late and we're going home.
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We all travel in parallel lines,
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heading into the twilight zone.
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All I really want now is you by my side;
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yes, it's a sweet ride
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while we're still together.
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Yes, it's a sunny day, and we're off on our sea trip;
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The water may be cold in the bay,
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but we're safe on our sailing ship,
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and, if ice forms, you can walk home to land
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and still cling to my hand
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if you still want to...
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Orthenthian Street (Part II)
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| Van Der Graaf Generator |
