We grabbed a piece of driftwood
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hold on tight and please don¡¯t let go.
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We¡¯ll follow the waves to the nearest shoreline.
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Wake up to the coast of some distant island in the south pacific.
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Leave behind everything we once had.
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A brand new start with no one to tell us what to do,
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tomorrow will tell us that we can make it too.
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¡°And if that doesn¡¯t work?¡± you say.
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¡°We¡¯ll flip a quarter and find a new place to go.
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Heads Kansas City, Tails California¡±.
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Never again stay within the boundaries of this town
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step outside the barrier.
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And I don¡¯t wanna be the follower anymore.
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So take this string from out my back and let my feet be free again.
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I might stumble when I walk but at least I am on my own.
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And I won¡¯t say that it¡¯s the last time...
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¡°It¡¯s the last time¡±.
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Through The Looking Glass
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Sonny |