Cruising

Turn out your pockets and I'll turn out mine
and whatever falls rolling we'll use it to find
our way to the country and leave all this behind

we're cruising, cruising
racing and chasing and forgetting it all

Tear up your papers and I'll tear up mine
we'll fade into the evening, when we look back it's sure
that they never can see us cause they're too far behind

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When I was a boy I had nothing
when I was a boy I was trying all the time

So let's get this thing together
you choose me and I'll choose you
and we'll fade into forever, start something new
there's no need to be frightened I'll be right beside you

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