A town without trains
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He runs to meet you
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Rehearsed a first line
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It's left him, thank goodness
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And I've grown to accept
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that people know the next steps
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To and through with letters
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that's finished
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No new faces
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except his and he's old
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And I've grown to accept
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that people know the next steps
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Upstream and our stars
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under one sky
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A cabin once stood
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where we now stand
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And I've grown to accept
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that people know the next steps
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A town without trains
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has brought you home again
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People Know
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The Go-Betweens |