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Sojourn - Natasha Bedingfield
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Sojourn - Natasha Bedingfield
[Verse 1]
Sitting on the edge of an armchair
My seatbelt unfastened
Shoelaces not tied
Letting the wind mess my hair
Make-up all smudged
Waking up all blurry-eyed

[Pre-Chorus]
It's too early in the morning
For my words to come out right
Just getting used to sunshine
I'm still squinting in the light

[Chorus]
And it looks like a perfect day
Just to get away
All the mundane
Has brought out the rebel I was born to be
And it feels like the perfect time
Just to break away
This is my life
It's a sojourn from the norm
Oh
Hey, yeah, yeah
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