| In a town where nothing changes
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| In this land of cold
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| Blazing snow keep falling
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| Diamonds burn to coal
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| In Wasteland
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| Wasteland
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| And I dream of horses
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| Captured by this wind
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| Sweeps my land in no time
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| And kills everything within
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| This wasteland
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| My own wasteland
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| Wasteland
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| Still I hear a heartbeat
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| Calling out for me
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| But I can’t see no reason
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| Too burnt to be that free
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| And all I ever wanted
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| All I had to give
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| Was pretty much the same as
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| Your soft naked skin
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| It burns in wasteland
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| The cries from my hands
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| The shaking all over
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| The four leafed clover
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| We burn in wasteland
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| The cries from my hands
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| The shaking all over
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| The four leafed clover
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| Last night in your care
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| By tomorrow I’ll be on my way
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| I’ll think I’ll follow the tracks from down by the station
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| To a city far from here |