The road seen beneath the van’s headlights,
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It’s cold so cold, cold enough to feel your sigh
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My face up against the window now, don’t you know it’s cold outside,
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Pick up your life as I pass by, can’t you see I’m cold inside
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We were poor but we had something,
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What wasn’t poor was poisoned by your fear,
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You wanted more, I gave you nothing,
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I may be blind...
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Each town, each town it seems the same my dear,
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It’s loud tonight, your heart is ringing in my ear
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Walk out the door across the street, don’t you know it’s cold outside,
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Pick up the phone my signal’s weak, can’t you see I’m cold inside
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I think you know...
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We were poor but we had something,
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What wasn’t torn was poisoned by your fear,
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You wanted more, I gave you nothing,
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I may be blind for I never saw your tears
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I think you know...
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We were poor but we had something,
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What wasn’t torn was poisoned by your fear,
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You wanted more, I gave you nothing,
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I may be blind for I never saw your tears,
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As days pass by the gap it now appears,
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When I come home please say that you’ll be there...
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The Travel Song
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| Pilate |
