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 here
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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
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Inner City
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| Buggles |
