On a train
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Somewhere, on the outskirts of
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Tuscany
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Just as the sun was going down!
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Glass of wine
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In your hand, starring at the scenery
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Just glade to be nowhere bound.
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It's just another place you like to close
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Your eyes and go
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Sitting in the kitchen over coffee
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Getting cold
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Maybe someday you'll get tired of
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Dreaming.
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And take that one way, and take it out
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Of town.
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You feel like your going through the
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Motions.
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Before life passes you by.
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Better make that someday tonight
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With a young, pretty girl
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With the, fire down in her soul.
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The one that's not afraid to live.
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Don't talk yourself right out of it the way you always do
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You say you can't just up and go
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But girl that's no excuse.
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Maybe someday you'll get tired of
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Dreaming.
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And take that one way, and take it out
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Of town.
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You feel like your going through the
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Motion.
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Before life passes you by.
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Better make that someday tonight
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Better make that someday tonight
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Maybe someday you'll get tired of
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Dreaming.
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And take that one way, and take it out
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Of town.
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You feel like your going through the
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Motion.
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Before life passes you by.
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Better make that someday tonight
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Better make that someday tonight
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Oh
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With a young and pretty girl
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With the fire down in her soul
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Someday, someday tonight
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Someday Tonight
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| Engelbert Humperdinck |
