Get your things
Get up and go
Groves and wings
Time flies, you know
You'll be better off
Somewhere outside
You'll be better off
With me
With your head held high
Count the years
Oh, how they go
Count the things
You couldn't have known
You'll be better off
Somewhere outside
You'll be better off
With your head held high
Ah-ha
Ah-ha
Ah-ha
Ah-ha
Ah-ha
Ah-ha
Ah-ha
Ah-ha

Ah-ha
To pop the screen
With on your coat
To whip your car
Into the road
The working day
Is done
If that's about
Alright
It won't
Covered space, an air tip free.
Don't want to pop under your feet.
The air inside your lungs starts singing as you rise and rise and rise.
The air inside your lungs starts singing as you rise and rise and rise.
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