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Here with a suitcase in my hand |
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I walk the street to find a fortune teller |
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But when the future's in your palm |
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They read it like a book that lasts forever |
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Makes you run |
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One last train for the inner city |
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Run |
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You i know are like the rest |
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You're holding on with all the best intentions |
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But tear the fabric off your nest |
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You'll find the eggs have gone |
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And no one mentions |
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How you run |
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One last train for the inner city |
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Run |
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One last train for the inner city |
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Here in the sun |
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There on the sand |
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Falling like angels |
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You hold out your hand |
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Turn on |
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Hold out |
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We will be there |
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In the end |
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Run |
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One last train for the inner city |
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Run |
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One last train for the inner city |
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Run |
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One last train for the inner city |
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Run |
