Pulling away from Preston Street at the midnight call
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The animals are restless and awake
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We travel in hope just like we always have
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Like everyone always did
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The woman with topaz eyes who takes the money
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and rolls the dice is counting the cards
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We get weak tea and cheap food from the tattooed man
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in the caravan, I don’t know many things that taste this good
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And there’s always something new to fall in love with
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Gaze into the heavens on a night as clear as ice
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We held our breath, as a new jewel glistens in the
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Belt of Orion ? out to the west
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And parked up on the ridge between all the different lands
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I feel I’ve always been here
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Do we go back to the city, back to the lights
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To the unforgiven world or on into the night
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Where there’s always something new to fall in love with
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Searching after something new to fall in love with
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There’s always got to be something new to fall in love with
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Bluebeat
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| New Model Army |
