The walls are built up, stone by stone;
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the fields divided one by one.
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And the train conductor says,
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"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
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we've been on this shift too long"
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And the train conductor says,
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"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
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We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away"
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I saw a treehouse on the outskirts of the farm.
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The power lines have floaters so the airplanes won't get snagged.
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Bells are ringing through the town again,
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Children look up, all they hear is sky-blue, bells ringing
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And the train conductor says
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"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
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We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away"
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Way to shield the hated heat.
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Way to put myself to sleep.
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Way to shield the hated heat.
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Way to put myself, my children to sleep.
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He piloted this song in a plane like that one.
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She is selling faith on the Go Tell crusade.
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Locomotive 8, Southern Crescent, hear the bells ring again.
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Field to weed is lookin' thin
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And the train conductor says
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"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break
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We've been on this shift too long."
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And the train conductor says,
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"Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break.
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We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away"
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Driver 8
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| Hootie & The Blowfish |
