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You've been so long |
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Your blind eyes are gone |
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Your old bones are on their own |
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So take off your coat |
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Put a song in your throat |
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Let the dead-beats pound all around |
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We will go |
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Nowhere we know |
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We don't have to talk at all |
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Hand me downs |
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Flypaper towns |
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Stuck together |
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One and all |
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The bargains you drive |
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Buckets and bags |
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And all your belongings |
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Your train's in the sand |
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Ramshackle land |
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Let the rats watch the races |
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We will go |
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Nowhere we know |
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'Til we find our one and all |
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Hand me downs |
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Flypaper towns |
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Stuck together |
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One and all |
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Praises get spent |
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Your trick face is bent |
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Pigsties and prizes |
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'Cause there's no kind of 'well' |
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You're suiting yourself |
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You leave yourself behind |
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We will go |
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Nowhere we know |
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'Til we find our one and all |
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Your hand me downs |
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Flypaper towns |
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Stuck together |
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One and all |