On the very day my travel card expired
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I rode the train
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All day
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And took it to the place each line retired
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The fate of every train
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Oh (oh)
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Oh (oh)
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Oh (oh)
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If some authority had stopped to ask me why
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I'd stare blankly at
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My knees
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To see the city from that point on every line
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Where buildings kiss the trees
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Now I believe, I believe, I believe
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The move seems impossible
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But I will leave, I will leave, I will leave
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If you can't live there
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I want to quote the city's history books verbatim
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And know the names of all
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The bars
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Be nicer to that guy upstairs although I hate him
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And stop littering in other people's cars
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Now I believe, I believe, I believe
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The move seems impossible
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But I will leave, I will leave
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If you can't live there
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Now tracks they take me backs to you I go
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And night descends
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On wires
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And TV lights reflect off every window
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Like blue flickering fires
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Now I believe, I believe, I believe
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There's a house, a street, to plant your feet
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And I will leave, I will leave, I will leave
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If you can't live there
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If you can't live there
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Ends Of The City
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Darren Hanlon |