(G.Kooymans)
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You're tired of all your imitation friends
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And your job of course is boring
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And when you're at home and you sit before the fire
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And you look into the flames, then you see
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You gotta leave in the early morning
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You wanna go there where your friends will be friends
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And your job, a vacation trip
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And the dark days, oh sunny moments
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But even when I try and I try so hard to leave you here alone
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It's not easy, I'm almost chained
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Hurry, hurry, hurry
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Before the time will run too fast
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And then you'll never reach your kind and careless places
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Hurry, hurry, hurry
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Before the time will run too fast
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And then you'll never see your kind and friendly faces
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Here in the field, one by one, with our last bits of food
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We're patiently waiting for the daybreak
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Till something is happening that just faded away
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In the completely tired minds, still the remembrance
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Oh my mind aches
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Maybe you're ill, but you try to rise to get a view of the scene
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To see a handful of glory
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Fascinated by what you've seen, you return to here
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To the lost glorious ages
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Hurry, hurry, hurry
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Before the time will run too fast
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And then you'll never reach your kind and careless places
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Hurry, hurry, hurry
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Before the time will run too fast
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And then you'll never see your kind and friendly faces
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All I need is something else inside that changes me
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I wish something were happening here to me
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Hurry, Hurry, Hurry
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| Golden Earring |
