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Do you still walk the streets at night?
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With the wandlust you fight
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Back to the corner where we went our
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seperate ways
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Well I'd love to photograph your hand
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Then shake it for a while
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Cause you learn so much about someone
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A brother or a swine
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The veins that plough beneath your path
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With so many tales to tell
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A picture out of focus
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In a frame where no one cares
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Calm the ocean breeze
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Quiet the raging sea
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This stormy ship we sail
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Is a bottle filled with rage
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[Chorus]
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Well we walked upon the railroad
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Cause the train no longer ran
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Where we caught a glimpse of all we missed
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From the stars that filled our eyes
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With a dollar in your only coat
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And a fireball in your hand
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You set your sails for better days
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Down in South Australia
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Dark though it has been
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Your old spirit still shines within
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These last thirteen years depraved
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Of us anything that's worth sayin'
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[Chorus]
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So raise a cheer to those forgotten years
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Back to the corner where wew went our
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seperate ways
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Now the carnival is goin' home
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The ferris wheel is spent
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For those rovin' years of endless jeers
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Have dried all that was left
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Calm the ocean breeze
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Quiet the raging sea
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This stormy ship we sail
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Is a bottle filled with rage
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[Chorus]
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Wanderlust
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| Flogging Molly |
