The horizon is a beltway that we may never cross
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The tops of buildings tremble like children lorn and lost
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The stain runs deep it's deeper than the blood upon the cross.
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The horizon is a beltway that we may never cross.
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You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right
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Hear the whistle blowing put a tear into your eye
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You hear the distant love song but widows know the lie
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The horizon is a beltway, the skyline is on fire.
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The skyline is on fire, the skyline is on fire
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The horizon is a beltway and the skyline is on fire
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You come up from the lowlands to the city on the air
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Where pilrims and commissioners currate Christian fare
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From Havisu to Brownsville feel the long unbroken stare
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I wonder what it smells like in that city on the air
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You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right
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Just the same blue love song made my grand dad cry
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You'll hear the whistle blowing put a tear drop in your eye
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The horizon is a beltway, and the skyline is on fire.
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The skyline is on fire, the skyline is on fire
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You'll hear the distant love song, when the skyline is on fire
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The skyline is on fire, the skyline is on fire
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The horizon is a beltway and the skyline is on fire
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This old house stood empty now for fifteen years or more
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Willows falls half way to meet the weeds around the door
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Time throws up her curtain and we know not who we are
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The horizon is a beltway, the skyline is on fire
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You'll hear that distant love song when the wind blows right
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Hear the whistle blowing put a tear drop in your eye
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Jagged as the jaw bone once the flesh expires
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The horizon is a beltway the skyline is on fire
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The Horizon Is A Beltway
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The Low Anthem |