Since I Saw Vienna

[00:26.26] The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form

[00:29.97] Adorned with patches of places you've been

[00:33.97] Is nothing on my khaki coat I got

[00:37.69] From a roadside when I was sixteen

[00:41.95] My boots are from airports

[00:44.34] My backpack's from friends

[00:46.46] I'm not a man of substance, and so I'll pretend

[00:50.18] To be a wanderer, wondering

[00:52.57] Leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins

[01:05.05] (how about me now. hahaha)

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[01:09.05] The roads are my home, horizon's my target

[01:11.98] If I keep on moving, never lose sight of it

[01:16.49] Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it

[01:20.48] Burn out, don't fight it, and try to move on

[01:24.19] It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna

[01:28.18] A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face

[01:32.17] I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready

[01:36.15] And I'll put down my roots when I'm dead

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[01:43.07] The distance is futile

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[01:47.32] Come on, don't be hasty

[01:49.18] You'll get that feeling deep inside your bones

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[01:57.44] I'll be gone then, for when you must be alone

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