Well I'm heading back to pack a bag
To head out on the road
To take away what I know is mine
I'm running down past the yellow house with ____
Into the breeze where no-one seems to care
I'm feeling the pull
Dragging me off again
I'm feeling so small against the sky tonight
These stories of an open line
And every time we work ourselves up into a rage
In a smash-n-grab we pulled the handle no-one cares
But everybody wants to be the one who's just climbing out
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