Was born in it too far
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Then I just wanna get some sleep
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A man a whistle long,
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I just wanna risk my feet and
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Then outside waste ..
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The people on my frequency.
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Wherever I go there is always something there with me
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Ohh, ohhh oh
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I am memorizing fierce so I can always see
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And every time I close my time it's you right smiling back to me
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And even all it's one below, the sky is always gray
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I can feel it in my bones, it's London calling me
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Ohhh, ohhh oh
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Ohhh oh, ohhhh oh
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Is born in 85 and years go by, my footsteps fall
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I know inside in every time and I'll look out that door
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And I'll be back and in my sights I'll find familiar shores
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And you see orange skies and the traffic lights
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And you'll know that you're
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Ohhh ohh, ohhh ohhh'
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Orange Skies
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| Newton Faulkner |
