Moving, keep moving, the tour never stops.
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In the light of petrol stations and cheap corner shops
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I have finally figured a list of the things that I've got,
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And the things that I'm not.
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I need you, I need you, I need you to care,
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When I'm moving it's soothing to know that you're there,
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And that when I get home I can breathe you like heady fresh air,
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For as long as I dare.
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Honey I'm sorry, but I've got my sea legs again.
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If I stand on dry land for a minute, I feel sick and then
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I have to start moving again.
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From Glasgow to Moscow, from London to Lille,
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Sat on the platform or next to the wheel,
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I haven't got space on this postcard to say how I feel,
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But that was the deal.
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I miss you, I miss you, but I don't ask your help.
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When I'm out on the road I look out for myself;
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I look after my guitar, my clothes and my wallet, my health,
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And nothing else.
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You're on my phone again, well,
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What do you want me to say,
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When I'm this far away?
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And you don't know where I am, well,
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You're not the only one.
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I am lost and I'm gone away
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(Oh Darling Thou Pluckest Me Out)
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And I don't even know where you are
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(Oh Darling Thou Pluckest Me Out)
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And I don't even know who you are anymore.
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Sea Legs
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| Frank Turner |
