(Leo Sayer / David Courtney)
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I'm leaving the smog below me now
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I'm leaving my troubles on the ground
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I'm watching those smokestacks just blaze away
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The sky will be blue never grey
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The future is filled with wasted time
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I can't see the road
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I'm going blind
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I'm laughing at all of my future plans
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Shining like gold in my hand
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Isn't it funny how you reach me
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You know exactly what I'm thinking
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You're always helping me from sinking
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It's your way
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Hello, this is London calling
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Is my flight due
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Hello, Is there someway I can reach you
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Isn't it funny when you call me
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You call me up while I'm sleeping
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You're always helping me from sinking
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It's your way
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Now this is the end of all my dreams
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The drumming has stopped behind my ears
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There's no looking back
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'Cos I'm too far away
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I'm shaking like mad in a daze
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Then out of the night you join me here
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The people around me, they disappear
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And I hear your voice and you speak to my eyes
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And every thing comes alive
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Isn't it funny how you read me
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You know exactly what I'm thinking
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You're always helping me from sinking
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It's your own way, it's your way, it's your way
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Hello, this is London calling
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Is my flight due
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Hello, Is there someway I can reach you
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I said Hello, Hello, this is London calling
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Is my flight due
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Hello, Hello, Is there someway I can reach you
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Isn't it funny how you reach me
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You call me up when I am sleeping
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You're always helping me from sinking
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It's your way
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It's your way
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It's your way
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Telepath
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| Leo Sayer |
