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Some dreams are made for children |
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But most grow old with us |
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And when the air can hope to hold on |
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And to the ground from dust to rust. |
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Burning lights in the desert |
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Such a sign only you would know |
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Your running tyres, they're out of pressure |
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Such a sign only you would know |
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And i've been a long haul driver |
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Moving things but the cops don't know |
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Now i can see the writing |
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You are the last of the buffalo |
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Burning lights in the desert |
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Such a sign only you would know |
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Your running tyres, they're out of pressure |
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Such a sign only you would know |
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Now i've been to california |
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And i've been to new south wales |
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Sometimes i, i pull over |
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When i realise i've left no trace |
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Burning lights in the desert |
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Such a sign only you would know |
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Your running tyres, they're out of pressure |
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Such a sign only you would know |
