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The night stank of diesel |
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And a stranger came to town |
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A cold wind blowing |
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And the rain pouring down |
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Street lights flicker |
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And the power lines moan |
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The moon beat down |
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On a river of bone |
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Someone put the lights out |
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No one make a sound |
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You won't find a thing |
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Down in Oretown |
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Foundry spits fire and smoke |
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Air's foul and choking |
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Sky full of sulphur |
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Mountains flat and broken |
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Black fogs and whirlwinds |
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Thunder and rain |
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Open drink madness |
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And purple mad pain |
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The circus is over |
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Exit the clowns |
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Nobody's laughing |
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Down in Oretown |
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The ship's in the harbour |
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Cargo's been pawned |
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Barrooms spilling sailors |
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All shipwrecked at dawn |
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Smelling of salt and rust |
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Uniforms torn |
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Came looking for flowers |
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Only found thorns |
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Dreaming of mermaids |
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In pearly white gowns |
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tain is sleeping |
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Down in Oretown |
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There's a madman down on mainstreet |
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Eyes all aflame |
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Laughing in the thunder |
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Of the Number 9 train |
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Selling old postcards in rusty frames |
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A thousand views of Oretown |
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And they all look the same |
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Dressed up in sandals |
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And a barbed wire crown |
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A lot of people loose their minds |
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Down in Oretown |
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Lock up the lawman |
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Let go the thief |
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Rounding up the grey men |
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Nail them to a tree |
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This town was a palace |
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This town was aglow |
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Then the sky burned orange |
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And the iron river flowed |
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The night stank of diesel |
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A stranger came to town |
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The night folded over |
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Down in Oretown |
