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Driving through the lowlands with the rain upon my face |
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Sparkes has got the brandy and were picking up the pace |
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Whole world seems in motion, body clock peculiar |
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That's the way we do things when we move from place to place |
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Been mobile now for hours and I cant make out my feet |
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Tarmac black refecltive on the north side of the street |
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Time to stoke the fires, spray flies from the tyers |
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Starts to get hypnotic like it's knocking out a beat |
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Louis went in for coffee, came back a guru |
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All the muscles in flanders couldn't do for our crew |
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Work is done and where on our way |
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Listen close and you can here them say |
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Halle halle alles Louis |
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So Big Knight, don't you slow down or we'll never make it back |
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Need to reach the shore line long before the chasing pack |
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Up again at sunrise, spooky how the time flies |
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Sleep's a distant cousin when you're on the beaten track |
