This is the end of the tracks
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Where the fountains fly into your eye
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Nobody's hurting and nobody's crying
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They fly into your eye never to die
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They say the man, he used to sail on his journey
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And laid a trap so much the pilgrims for their money
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He placed his gold all over this world
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And in morning as he looked out over Cairo
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He makes his process and his smoked them in a barroom
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He could not die and we never found out why
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This is the end of the tracks
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Where the fountains fly into your eye
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Nobody's hurting and nobody's crying
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They fly into your eye never to die
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This is the end of the tracks
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Where the fountains fly into your eye
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Nobody's hurting and nobody's crying
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They fly into your eye never to die
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No one's getting older
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Everybody's feeling young
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This journey's almost over now
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There's hope for everyone
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This is the end of the tracks
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Where the fountains close
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(This is the end of time)
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This is the end of the tracks
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Where the fountains close
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(This is the end of our life)
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Secret Alphabets
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Kasabian |