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My life is a marathon our milk and honey days are gone |
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the shortwaves have taken the long way home |
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the four corners are neatly folded sound the bell |
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the war is ver |
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walls are just sand and paper and sin |
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when the earth's moving we're all travelling |
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no one ever keeps all their belongings |
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they have taken all precaution and with it all the safety lost |
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in translation of protecting the family |
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we are hiding underneath the bed |
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we fear we'll catch our death |
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if our neighbours have some secrets from us |
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when the earth's moving we're all travelling |
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no one ever keeps all their belongings |
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the rising tide of traffic on the east side of town |
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is routine or frustrating or you're walking |
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they all smoke inside their sweaters, drinking their mouths shut money |
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is a disaster if this is what you buy with it |
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i take a deep breath i let freedom ring |
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everyone can keep all their belongings |
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the evening so long |
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i think i might go out |
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on a night like this in late july |
