The horizon is wider than it used to be
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I ain't the boy you knew
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But on a clear day, I can see
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All the way to you
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All the way to you
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When you're running blind
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From promises broken and re-made
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Then broken again
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You got no way home
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Nothing but the smell of burning bridges in the rain
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When I look back now
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I see a young man riding on
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A one way rail going down
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Only holding on
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Riding his addiction into
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Each new lonely town
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The horizon is wider than it used to be
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I ain't the boy you knew
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But on a clear day, I can see
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All the way to you
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All the way to you
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I hit the railhead
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One night in hell
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And even now I
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I dunno why I
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Looked across at the gaming room
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In a cheap hotel
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And somehow walked on by
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Somehow walked on by
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Have you ever seen the western sky
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As the sun goes down
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Turning indigo to grey
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It's enough to make a man believe
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That maybe one more chance could come my way
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Maybe one more chance could come my way
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The horizon is wider than it used to be
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I ain't the boy you knew
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But on a clear day, I can see
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All the way to you
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All the way to you.
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The Horizon
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| Cold Chisel |
