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Well, my bags are packed, I'm ready to go |
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Whichever way the world is tilting |
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Because I won't get back the part of my soul |
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I sold to the devil for a coffee for the road |
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I never wanted to get anywhere |
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I never wanted to get anything |
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Desire is the point of everything |
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There's a line of shadows on the far horizon |
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It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains |
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All my life I've been gazing to the far horizon |
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It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains |
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I have never been a wise man - living too fast and recklessly |
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Too quick to judge, too quick to act and forgive and forget |
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And always gone before the reckoning |
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I grew up listening to the distant hum |
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Of the traffic on the Great Western Road |
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Wishing I was gone |
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Screaming out to the wind - bring it on, bring it on |
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There's a line of shadows on the far horizon |
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It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains |
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All my life I've been gazing to the far horizon |
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It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains |
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Breaking open... |
