grab our passport leave our keys...
hop on a taxi down to the airport...
stand in front of the destination board...
we'll close our eyes and pick the first flight out...
leave all that you can't leave behind...
walk on and never look back...
and maybe one day when we're tired of running...
we'll stop and think...
home wasn't so bad afterall...
where you left your heart behind...
i'm tired...
take me away somewhere far and wide...
where i can touch the sky and sleep on the ocean...
dance through the day and run into the night...
somewhere i never have to close my eyes...
take me away...
i'm tired
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