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Power's down, wind all around |
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Whipping grass |
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Send a chill to the bone |
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This I see can't touch me |
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I've bricks and glass all of my own |
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Proud man - that I am |
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I just can't go back to that place |
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'Cause I know that you're prowling now |
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And I can hear just what they'll say |
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That "it'll all fall down |
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Someone'll run in fright" |
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In such a small, small town |
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You're never far from sight |
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They said that "you'll fall for now |
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Then it's just dimming of the light" |
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Oh Gina did we have to make 'em right? |
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The sun is down, no-one around |
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TV's out and so's the phone |
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Let silence be no threat to me |
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I've got hollow words here all of my own |
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"an independent right to the end" |
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All through the years |
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You learned to stray |
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And a fool is all I'm seen to be |
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For taking you in and |
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Not making you stay |
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" It'll all fall down the later the day, |
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The greater the height" |
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This town it don't allow |
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You to stay far from sight |
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They said "a smile leads to a frown |
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No matter how you try" |
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Oh Gina did we have to make 'em right? |
