| I’m a man of the land
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| A wanderer with no clan
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| Can’t live the life my instincts say I oughta
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| I’m a man of the land
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| A devil in demand
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| But love would see me walk across the water
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| I spend my time in bars and cashing cars under the stars
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| I spend my tender times morose
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| You all say you love the sound of breaking glass
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| 'Til the pieces fall too close
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| I’m a man of the land
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| A wanderer with no clan
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| Can’t live the life my instincts say I oughta
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| I’m a man of the land
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| A devil in demand
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| But love would see me walk across the water
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| I spend my days surrounded by these screaming, seething screens
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| I spend my evenings far away
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| All my favourite teenage dreams were movie scenes
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| Cut through my twenties like a blade
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| Cos I only feel like me when I’m where I’ve never been
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| And my waltzer working days have spun away
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| So roll up and test your mettle
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| Where the dust never settles
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| And you never win no matter how you play
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| All the people that I know, in the places that I go
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| Say to me «Why can’t you be more pleasant?»
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| But for all the late night bars, and their euphorias
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| All I ever really wanna feel is present
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| But for all the late night bars, and their euphorias
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| All I ever really wanna feel is present
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| All I ever really wanna feel is present
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| I’m a man on a mission
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| A compelling proposition
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| To adore before this sore world leaves me cold
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| There’s a time I would return to
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| Cos only love can hurt you
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| And love has learned to leave me well alone
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| I’m a man of the land
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| Take my comfort where I can
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| I find it in the flora and the fauna
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| I’m a man of the land
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| Hate is painted on my hands
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| But love is only one look round the corner
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| I’m a man of the land
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| The sirens understand
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| Did they not send the red skies out to warn ya?
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| I’m a man of the land
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| No face tatts or Xans
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| I come from Cally Road not California
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| I’m a man of the land
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| A wanderer with no clan
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| Can’t live the life my instincts say I oughta
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| I’m a man of the land
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| A devil in demand
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| But for love I would walk across the water |