You've been round the city
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And all around the planet
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You set foot on islands
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Where you were illiterate
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You've seen styles pass by
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Of girls and boys
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And you've brushed against snippets
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But a good trip's a prison
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When there's someone who loves you at home
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And there's humans everywhere
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Big ones, tiny ones
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Crowds, faces and lives
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That bustle day and night
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And of those humans everywhere
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Who passed before your eyes
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Who told you about themselves and their lives
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It's her you chose
In the middle of the waves
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At the mercy of timetables and seasons
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You're alone at the edge of the map
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And alone at the end of the line and of your life
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All those pretty trips are prison
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When there's someone who loves you at home
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And there's humans everywhere
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Big ones, tiny ones
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Crowds, faces and lives
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That bustle day and night
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And of those humans everywhere
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Who passed before your eyes
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Who told you about themselves and their lives
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It's her you chose
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There's humans all around
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Big ones, tiny ones
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Crowds, faces and lives
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That bustle day and night
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And of those humans everywhere
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Who passed before your eyes
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Who told you about themselves and their lives
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It's her you chose