| There must be a thousand songs to sing about this place
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| But the air is dry, not a single word can I embrace
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| And no one wants to talk on this train
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| No one leaves a trace, but I know
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| You listen, listen with your eyes, it’s what I found
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| In this town
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| Listen, you listen with your eyes, it’s what I found
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| In this town
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| You have held a million tales, but I still hear no name
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| I think it’s a crime but where am I supposed to hang the blame
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| And no one wants to talk on this train
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| And I think it’s a shame, 'cause I know
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| You listen, you listen with your eyes, it’s what I found
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| In this town. |
| Listen, you listen with your eyes, it’s what I’ve
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| Found, in this town, town, town. |
| Listen you listen with your eyes
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| It’s what I’ve found in this town |