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I've been hanging 'round in someone else's town
And it's made me feel simplified.
There's too much hanging around my neck
I'd have blown it all to keep you on the telephone.

Though all the streets are cleaned of streaks
And tarnished not by memories.
It makes me sad to feel the need
To live my life at such a great speed.

And I would lay you down,
And we'd watch the clouds
Roll over skies we wouldn't recognise,
But instead there's flowers in the yard,
Of someone else's house
I won't look in those windows.

Though all the streets are cleaned of streaks
And tarnished not by memories.
It makes me sad to feel the need
To live my life at such a great speed.

And what we say today may,
Not always carry water well.
But I refuse to leap from vessels
Before they've even set sail.
Don't aim for the horizon.
It's only an illusion
Leading you back where you started from.
And there's no time to fuck around for too long.

And this could come undone,
But only a fool enters agreements
Thinking they were wrong.
So I would lay you down (I would lay you down),
And we'd watch the stars come out
And blur our eyes at the distance, oh.

And what we say today may,
Not always carry water well.
But I refuse to leap from vessels
Before they've even set sail.
Don't aim for the horizon.
It's only an illusion
Leading you back where you started from.
And there's not time to fuck around for too long.
No, there's no time to fuck around for too long.