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She's a little like the tide, always changing her mind
She's a little like the sun, making love to my eyes
She's kind of like wine, on a Friday night
But no place I've been no place I've seen, compares to her smile

The European skies they just couldn't cut it
So she packed her bags, threw it up and said 'I've had it, I'm going now. Won't you let me run.'

In my mind we runaway
Its getting loud here, everybody heres, got so much to say
Packing bags, filling vans, we're leaving at first light
Wake me, I don't care. I know We're gonna get it right
We're gonna get it right, this time

Stay clear of the city lights
Wide eyed, headed on a long drive