When the train comes to stop
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Oh, I don't wanna move
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And blunder back into it all
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When the plane come to land
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I wanna stay inside
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And rise up to the clouds again
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Cause dealing with the real world
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Is sometimes not too fun
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When baby says she loves you
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Whilst holding up a gun
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Thank goodness
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I've got imaginary creatures
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Laying on the advice
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By my side
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By my side
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When the film credits roll
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I stay right till the end
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Then wander the streets with my eyes ablaze
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All I really want to do
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Is go straight back and watch it again
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Playing a different person every time
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Oh, cause living in the real world
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Can sometimes get so strange
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When you fall in love with statues
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And cockateels in a cage
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Well, it seems I've got imaginary lovers
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They say they're protecting the space
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By my side
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By my side
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Cockateels
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| Guillemots |
