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Eighty Days

Staring down from this high window

At the faces in the line

Cold from hours of waiting

How many people can you love?

When you're black and blue with bruises

From collisions on the road

The friction grind of travelling

This is the never ending show



All over the world in eighty days

Head in a blur of information

What kind of a man could live this way

I do what I can

I do okay



But right now

All I want to do

Is get real

If that's all right with you



Woke up last night under the mountains

Driving from Zurich to Milan

I lay there listening to the echoes

Thinking of Iceland and Japan

So many smiles, so many faces

And my home so far away

I lose some of me in all these places

And I can't help the way I'm changed



All over the world in eighty days

Memories turn like magazine pages

What kind of a man could live this way

I do what I can

But I can't escape it



Right now

All I want to do

Is get real

If that's all right with you

Right now

All I want to do

Somehow

Be myself with you



All over the world in eighty days

Alcohol haze of information

What kind of a man could live this way

As long as I have

And stay the same



Right now

All I want to do

Is get real

If that's all right with you

Right now

All I want to do

Get real

If that's all right with you

For just one night with you

If that's all right with you



Get real

Get real right now

Somehow

Marillion

Eighty Days / Marillion

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