Heard it said it's a stupid thing, everything that I follow through.
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Never got to our god, you see. Abandoned with the taste of the new.
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And everytime that whistle blows I'm stranded in my shoes.
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Get me back on board, pull me up with grace
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Get me back on board, let me be embraced.
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'Cos even after all those words I want you for my own.
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Touch me when the sun comes up and tell me that we're home.
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We'll take a train to the graves again
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That we can learn the value of life.
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Kick the snow with our shoe-heels, shivers give me a smile in the night.
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Hey, honest to goodness girl,
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I'd kiss you with the lips of the lord.
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But to be honest to goodness, I feel I have to wait for the word.
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And everytime that whistle blows, I'm stranded in my shoes.
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Chorus
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'Cos I'm always, always trying to be the archetypal free.
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The strangest something went to sleep, I buckled at the knees.
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So here we go, digging through those dustbins, giving things new names.
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Chorus
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Back on Board
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