I look out the window and I see the scope
Of all the choices we've that we've made.
Some of them are helpless,
And some are to show,
The whole world what I know.
And I take the road that leads me to the fair,
Cos I hold dear what I consider there.
The rain it stops and the dogs are howling:
'Get back, get back, get back.
Get back, get back, get back'.
She shows me the photos of my friends wedding,
We ponder on we missed.
I picture myself in that crowd,
Raising my glass to the toasts.
And I take the road that leads me to the fair,
Cos I hold dear what I consider there.
The rain it stops and the dogs are howling:
'Get back, get back, get back'.
So I take the road that leads me to the fair,
A sacrifice here and a sacrifice there.
I turn around and I see my future bride.
'Get back, get back, get back.
Get back to what you love and work it out'.
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