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As I ride the motor tide |
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I look for somewhere |
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All I see is other faces, |
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All I find is nowhere |
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I'll like a place or |
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Some space that no-one gets up to |
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She says "A town is just a town, full stop." |
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But what does she know? |
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Here comes a great wave to wash it all away |
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No piece of glass or chrome remains |
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Here comes that wave again, see how fast it flows |
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We'll wash this place right down the drain |
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In the dark a thousand |
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Cars hiss by my window |
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A steel tide on a asphalt beach |
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They come and they go |
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I hear a beat in the motor seat |
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That I could die too |
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She says "A town is just a town, full stop." |
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But what does she know? |
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Here comes a great wave... |
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Here comes that wave again... |
