| Slipping away
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| Back into the wild again
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| I can feel the restlessness
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| There’s something here that can’t be tamed
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| I can feel it burning
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| And I don’t wanna feed the flame
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| I’d rather see you running free from me
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| Back down on the street again
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| Driven, I can feel the spirit
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| I can feel the motion
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| Down on the street, yeah
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| Dreaming, I can see you dreaming
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| Baby, baby, don’t you worry about me
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| Maybe you were meant to be
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| Slipping away
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| Slipping away
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| Taxi, do you know the way?
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| He’s looking guilty in the rear-view mirror
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| Oh, driver, get him out of here
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| Before he wants to turn around
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| Back into my arms again
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| Torn between the need of his security
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| And the yearning to be free
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| Driven, I can feel the spirit
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| I can feel the motion
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| Down on the street, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Dreaming, I can see you dreaming
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| Baby, baby, don’t you worry about me
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| Maybe you were meant to be
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| Slipping away
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| Baby, baby, don’t you worry about me
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| Maybe you were meant to be
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| Slipping away
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| Slipping away
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| Oh, you’re slipping away, away
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| Slipping away
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| Oh, you’re slipping away, away
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| Oh, you’re slipping away, away
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| Slip, slipping away
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| Oh, you’re slipping away, away |