| Rails don’t run in circles
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| Like this gun they only shoot straight
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| Can’t stop trying to bend the ground I’ve covered now
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| And the clock ticks louder when I try to slow it down
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| None can judge the things I’ve done here
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| I done what I had to do and just a little bit more
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| Rows of faces who could never see me anyhow
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| I hitch to Juno ‘fore they figure it out
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| Can’t you hear
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| That last train come rolling
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| Come to carry
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| Old days away
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| Can’t you hear the hard times and hard times
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| Slipping away
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| Sideways rain won’t hurt you
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| Like memories it only sharpens time
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| He had the lost look of an angel in a broken town
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| And I could just as well have thought to never come around
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| Love didn’t have it in her
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| Dark and heavy like a twisted child
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| Spilt the waters of a rough and trashed out sea
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| Left me running down the frontage road off highway 3
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| Can’t you hear
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| That last train come rolling
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| Come to carry
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| Old days away
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| Can’t you hear the hard times and hard times
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| Slipping away
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| Can’t you hear
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| That last train come rolling
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| Come to carry
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| Old days away
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| Can’t you hear the hard times and hard times
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| Slipping away
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| People lie for a reason
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| Like the law they make up your mind
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| Police never found me when I needed ‘em anyhow
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| And I sure don’t need ‘em now |