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She was an ex-marine
She had her own machine
She put my soul in dirty, and it came out clean

I was in toxic awe
I had my locked-up jaw
I didn't talk much, I listened and I looked and saw

And I was just 19
I must've seemed quite keen
She broke me open, I was no longer on either team

So I'm going to Brighton, honey
I'm going to Brighton, now

(Ooh, la la la)
(Ooh, la la la la la la)

I was born to ramble
I was born to roam
But some days there's nowhere I can just stay home

So I trade in my shoes and my highway sign
And I go on rambling through my own open mind

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (x3)

Chose things to discard
It didn't seem so hard
Find freedom just down the river from my own back yard

So I'm going to Brighton, honey
I'm going to Brighton, now!

(Ooh, la la la)
(Ooh, la la la la la la)

No no no no no

She was a real bad bitch
She was a dominant switch
She deep into AC/DC, 1970's kid

She didn't bug me much
I called her kiss my crutch
Maybe we spoke a different language but we kept in touch

Now decades down the line
Still get swept up sometimes
A little revelry whenever certain stars align

So I'm going to Brighton, honey
I'm going to Brighton, now

Now, now
(Ooh, la la la)
(Ooh, la la la la la)

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