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Nobody seems to care about you |
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With your tool case by the roadside |
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There beneath the power lines |
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Or the pallor of your skin |
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Paled beneath fluorescent lights |
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In a Greyhound station's cruel midnight |
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Where you can't afford the ride |
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Oh, the power lines |
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They go from sea to sea |
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They carry voices |
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Love from him to me |
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The power lines you fall beneath |
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Are the rainbows you can't climb |
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And you will not climb the power lines |
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'Cause you are lost beneath the power lines |
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There's no place that you haven't been |
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And no place that you call your home |
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There's no place that you cannot go |
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With the gift within your hands |
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And the tools to build another's dream |
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That connects them to the power lines |
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You do not feel you need |
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Oh, the power lines |
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They go from sea to sea |
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They carry voices |
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Love from him to me |
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The power lines you fall beneath |
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Are the rainbows you can't climb |
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And you will not climb the power lines |
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'Cause you are lost beneath the power lines |
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Oh, the power lines |
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They go from sea to sea |
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They carry voices |
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Love from him to me |
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The power lines you fall beneath |
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Are the rainbows you can't climb |
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And you will not climb the power lines |
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'Cause you are lost beneath the power lines |