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The horizon is a beltway that we may never cross |
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The tops of buildings tremble like children lorn and lost |
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The stain runs deep it's deeper than the blood upon the cross. |
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The horizon is a beltway that we may never cross. |
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You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right |
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Hear the whistle blowing put a tear into your eye |
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You hear the distant love song but widows know the lie |
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The horizon is a beltway, the skyline is on fire. |
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The skyline is on fire, the skyline is on fire |
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The horizon is a beltway and the skyline is on fire |
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You come up from the lowlands to the city on the air |
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Where pilrims and commissioners currate |
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Christian fare |
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From Havisu to |
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Brownsville feel the long unbroken stare |
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I wonder what it smells like in that city on the air |
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You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right |
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Just the same blue love song made my grand dad cry |
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You'll hear the whistle blowing put a tear drop in your eye |
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The horizon is a beltway, and the skyline is on fire. |
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The skyline is on fire, the skyline is on fire |
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You'll hear the distant love song, when the skyline is on fire |
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The skyline is on fire, the skyline is on fire |
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The horizon is a beltway and the skyline is on fire |
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This old house stood empty now for fifteen years or more |
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Willows falls half way to meet the weeds around the door |
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Time throws up her curtain and we know not who we are |
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The horizon is a beltway, the skyline is on fire |
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You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right |
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Hear the whistle blowing put a tear drop in your eye |
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Jagged as the jaw bone once the flesh expires |
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The horizon is a beltway the skyline is on fire |
