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When the floor is more familiar than the ceiling And the land is to wide to feel free
When from this disease there's no more healing Then I'm gone, then I'm gone far from home
When the distance across my bed is growing And my pillows won't answer to me
When all I can do is keep going Then I'm gone, then I'm gone far from home
And I'd give up my table and chair The view from my room I don't need
My street and my house I can spare All cities are made of concrete
All cities are made of concrete When the half empty glass is broken
And I've drunk up the last cup of tea When on the phone there's not a word left
unspoken Then I'm gone, then I'm gone far from home
And I'd give up my table and chair The view from my room I don't need
My street and my house I can spare All cities are made of concrete
All cities are made of concrete
And I'd give up my table and chair
The view from my room I don't need My street and my house I can spare
All cities are made of concrete All cities are made of concrete
Now I have to ask myself if I want it To give up my home for my dream
If I don't try, I'll be forever haunted So I'll fly, I will fly far from home
I will fly, I will fly far from home