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Down by the river we met with empty hands |
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By the boarded shelter |
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We turned our backs to the desert land |
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There must be something out there |
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A shock to kill the boredom |
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As the smoke kicked high from the factory fires |
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They never heard the siren calling |
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It takes one |
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To make one |
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It takes time |
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To kill time |
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Board this train, board this train to nowhere |
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Board this train, board this train to nowhere |
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Last by the river we left with empty hands |
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By the border station |
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We were blown by the western wind too long |
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There must be something out there |
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A shock to kill the boredom |
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As the smoke kicked high from the factory fires |
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We never heard the siren calling |
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It takes one |
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To make one |
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It takes time |
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To kill time |
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Board this train, board this train to nowhere |
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Board this train, board this train to nowhere |
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Board this train, board this train to nowhere |
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Board this train, board this train to nowhere |
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Stripped like wire, stripped left open and bare |
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Board this train, board this train to nowhere |
