i was in a van
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a cold day in january stopped sliding by
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they wanted to know
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"where ya from? where ya heading?"
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just everything I knew which was nothing, still isn't
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a jet came to a halt
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not far to fly
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more questions than hours wasted in the air
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"who? where? why?"
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border talk
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cross country walk
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take my hand
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no friends to speak of
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in border talk
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an other wheels story
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stepped outta the bus
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the dogs were real hungry that day
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as you can imagine
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we were mostly clean
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huh! mostly
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but they couldn't wait to ask us
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like I say mostly
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"what you been smokin' boy?"
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"500 should cover that, shouldn't it?"
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of course it did
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I'm just saying
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you can be a no man in anyone's land
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unless you're the diplomatically immunised
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you're someone to be scrutinized
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by governments in arms not opened nearly
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as wide as their mouths, blabbing
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about freedom
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but freedom isn't their language
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they don't speak that
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border talk
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cross country walk
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take my hand
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border talk
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cross country walk
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take my hand
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no friends to speak of
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in border talk no friends to speak of
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in border talk
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Border Talk
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Nitzer Ebb |