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As the city asleep |
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Shares its dreams and desires |
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Every wish that we keep |
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Will trace a line to other times, other places |
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Though the song of the proud |
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Howls and dies, never fall for defeat |
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Take a trip to reprieve every hour they leave |
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From Killermont |
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StreetDrink a drink to before |
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And our memories spill |
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Adding on as they pour |
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From our Saturdays and secret sensations |
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Drink a drink to tonight |
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Whiskey words tumble down in the street |
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With the pain that they cure, sentimentally yours |
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From Killermont |
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StreetAnd with collar upturned |
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I made it south to see |
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That the love |
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I had spurned |
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Was just the hate in me |
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As the ships and the steel |
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Slip away to the cry of compete |
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There's a message for us, we can get there by bus |
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From Killermont |
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StreetThere's a message for us, we can get there by bus |
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From Killermont |
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Street |
