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There's a whisper in the wires, no love |
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Of a black train-a-comin', no love |
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From the heart of the desert, no love |
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And the rhythms of my hometown |
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My eyes are open, no love |
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Watching for the train, no love, no love |
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Just a breath across the ocean |
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Feel no love |
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If it flies, it dies |
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Flags into a pocket, no love |
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We're standing on a platform |
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Feel no love |
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In everyone a hook line, no love, no love |
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Against me making time |
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Feel no love |
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Whisper in the wires, no love |
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Of a black train-a-comin', no love, no love |
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From the heart of the desert, no love |
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And the rhythms of my hometown |
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And the rhythms of my hometown |
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Feel no love |
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And the rhythms of my hometown |