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Packed bags in a pile lying on the floor
Clothes and essentials
For the trip that he bit his lip
To keep a secret
Held tight in the palm of his hand
A ticket to somewhere new
Just sitting and waiting on tomorrow's flight
They don't know where he's going to
Seemed like a good idea at the time
Popped out for a little stroll
The town he does revere
It won't be bothering him no more
He's got plans to disappear
Got back, was surrounded by worried eyes
On the same old faces
Never heard so many words before
Now they're guarding each and every door
Seemed like a good idea at the time
Sunrise won't just hurt his eyes
He should be so far away
But mum and dad had to stop the show
And I can't understand why I can't go today
Seemed like a good idea at the time