Dry forever the sun blinds off the whitewashed walls
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Unbelieving she looks up from the unswept floor
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You don't have to go you don't have to tell me
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All that talk of lofty causes wrapped in foolish pride
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That's a lie
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That you don't have to tell me
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I don't wanna hear how wisdom walks beside you
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Or how God is inside you again
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No wire marks the border
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No fence or wall
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No town breaks this horizon
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Nothing at all
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Dust surrounds her the men go hungry for disaster
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All they leave behind are
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The old and useless and the broken
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That never will be mended
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I don't wanna hear you're captured by the madness
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Of ideas long discredited from other people's minds
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They're all lies
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That you don't have to tell me
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All that comes of this is poverty and hardship
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Still you don't absorb a word I say
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But now there is a border
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A line of blood
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Now men patrol the border
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But they're dead
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Somewhere a bird is flying oh
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Somewhere the wind is sighing oh
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I hope it brings you comfort
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Cos it's surely no good to me
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This wind blows me down
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And cuts me like a knife
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And now the darkness and coldness
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That freezes out illusion
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Restores the picture gives back the pieces
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And lays them on the empty floor
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I don't want to hear so you don't have to tell me
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How you rewrite history a little every day
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Till it's lies
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That you don't have to tell me
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I don't want to hear how good it really has been
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How wonderful the troubles we shared
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No I don't want to hear so you don't have to tell me
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I don't need your comfort I just need your company
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The Border
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| Tony Banks |
