There's a land beyond the front door
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Near where the bike leans
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And nobody sees
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It's like a good dream
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In the dark you hold me
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And we go slow dancing
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Like we're in a movie
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And nobody knows
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And nobody sees
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The land near where the bike leans
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Well darling I've got yours
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And darling you've got mine
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But the land beyond the front door
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Near where the bike leans
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Well I haven't been there
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In quite a few weeks
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I wonder if it's still there
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Like a dance floor waiting
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Or is it like everything
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And is it always changing
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Well darling I got you
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And darling I'll be true
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But we can still go dancing
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Near where the bike leans
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In another subway
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In another city
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You can still hold my hands
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Behind my back
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Do you hear the schoolyard
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Oh what a beautiful soundtrack
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The Land Beyond The Front Door
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| Lisa Mitchell |
