In a world lit only by fire
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Long train of flares
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Under piercing stars
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I stand watching the steam-liners roll by
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The caravan thunders onward
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To the distant dream of the city
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The caravan carries me onward
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On my way at last, on my way at last
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I can't stop thinking big
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I can't stop thinking big
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I can't stop thinking big
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I can't stop thinking big
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On a road lit only by fire
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Going where I want
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Instead of where I should
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I peer out at the passing shadows
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Carried through the night into the city
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Where a young man has
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A chance of making good
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A chance to break from the past
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The caravan thunders onward
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Stars winking through the canvas hood
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The caravan thunders onward
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On my way at last, on my way at last
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I can't stop thinking big
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I can't stop thinking big
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I can't stop thinking big
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I can't stop thinking big
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I can't stop thinking big
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I can't stop thinking big
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In a world where I feel so small
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I can't stop thinking big
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I can't stop thinking big
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I can't stop thinking big
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I can't stop thinking big
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I can't stop thinking big
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I can't stop thinking big
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I can't stop thinking big
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In a world where I feel so small
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I can't stop thinking big
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Caravan
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