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The walls are built up stone by stone |
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The fields divided one by one |
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And the train conductor says |
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Take a break, driver 8 |
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Driver 8, take a break |
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We've been on this shift too long |
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And the train conductor says |
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Take a break, driver 8 |
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Driver 8, take a break |
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We can reach our destination |
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But it's still a ways away |
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But it's still a ways away |
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I saw a treehouse on the outskirts of the farm |
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The power lines have floaters so the airplanes won't get snagged |
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Bells are ringing through the town again |
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Children look up, all they hear is sky-blue bells ringing |
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And the train conductor says |
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Take a break, driver 8 |
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Driver 8, take a break |
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We can reach our destination |
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But it's still a ways away |
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But it's still a ways away |
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But it's still a ways away |
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But it's still a ways away |
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A way to shield the hated heat |
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A way to put myself to sleep |
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A way to shield the hated heat |
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A way to put myself, my children to sleep |
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He piloted this song in a plane like that one |
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She is selling faith on the Go Tell Crusade |
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Locomotive 8, Southern Crescent, hear the bells ring again |
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The field of wheat is looking thin |
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And the train conductor says |
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Take a break, driver 8 |
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Driver 8, take a break |
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We've been on this shift too long |
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And the train conductor says |
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Take a break, driver 8 |
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Driver 8, take a break |
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We can reach our destination |
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But it's still a ways away |
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But it's still a ways away |
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But it's still a ways away |
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But it's still a ways away |
