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80 Days
Staring down from this high window
At the faces in the line
Cold from hours of waiting
How many people can you love?
When you're black and blue with bruises
From collisions on the road
The friction grind of travelling
This is the never ending show
All over the world in eighty days
Head in a blur of information
What kind of a man could live this way
I do what I can
I do okay
But right now
All I want to do
Is get real
If that's all right with you
Woke up last night under the mountains
Driving from Zurich to Milan
I lay there listening to the echoes
Thinking of Iceland and Japan
So many smiles, so many faces
And my home so far away
I lose some of me in all these places
And I can't help the way I'm changed
All over the world in eighty days
Memories turn like magazine pages
What kind of a man could live this way
I do what I can
But I can't escape it
Right now
All I want to do
Is get real
If that's all right with you
Right now
All I want to do
Somehow
Be myself with you
All over the world in eighty days
Alcohol haze of information
What kind of a man could live this way
As long as I have
And stay the same
Right now
All I want to do
Is get real
If that's all right with you
Right now
All I want to do
Get real
If that's all right with you
For just one night with you
If that's all right with you
Get real
Get real right now
Somehow
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Somehow
Get real right now
Get real
If that's all right with you
For just one night with you
If that's all right with you
Get real
All I want to do
Right now
If that's all right with you
Is get real
All I want to do
Right now
And stay the same
As long as I have
What kind of a man could live this way
Alcohol haze of information
All over the world in eighty days
Be myself with you
Somehow
All I want to do
Right now
If that's all right with you
Is get real
All I want to do
Right now
But I can't escape it
I do what I can
What kind of a man could live this way
Memories turn like magazine pages
All over the world in eighty days
And I can't help the way I'm changed
I lose some of me in all these places
And my home so far away
So many smiles, so many faces
Thinking of Iceland and Japan
I lay there listening to the echoes
Driving from Zurich to Milan
Woke up last night under the mountains
If that's all right with you
Is get real
All I want to do
But right now
I do okay
I do what I can
What kind of a man could live this way
Head in a blur of information
All over the world in eighty days
This is the never ending show
The friction grind of travelling
From collisions on the road
When you're black and blue with bruises
How many people can you love?
Cold from hours of waiting
At the faces in the line
Staring down from this high window
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