Headlights, white lines, black tar rivers
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Dragging me around this country as it whithers
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The billboards, signposts, standing in the way
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Tell of the state of the nations, that we find today
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And we play and we play
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To every day, every day
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To every day
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In the front rooms of old towns far from the city
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With beat up guitars and hearts full of pity
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The people gather round singing songs from everywhere
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Torn from the nation, left without a care
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CHORUS
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And we'll rid the bloody world for a moment in a word
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And we'll rid the bloody world cos
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The words that you heard when you were young will always stay
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The one's that always stay make the world go away
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Warm night, clear sky, European town
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Out side the bars singing their hearts out to a crowd
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Open boots, violin, banjo and a voice
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Exiled buskers, happy with their choice
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CHORUS
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The Road
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| The Levellers |
