| You and your traveling bands of thieves
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| Wasting all your time, can’t repreive
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| You don’t come home, once your outward bound
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| You were lost, you got found
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| The ancient generator, it kept us warm in the winter
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| Now that it’s gone forever, I fear we’re condemned to shiver
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| It’s
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| Gone, gone, gone
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| Before it gets back, you’re gonna be too long
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| On, on, on
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| Off in the night, humming your 1-note song
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| Teen idols, false prophets, census decontrolled
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| Crumbling heroes, just go home
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| You don’t come undone, once your hands are bound
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| You were lost, but you done got found
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| We beg you Santa Maria (Maria)
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| Would you safely deliver (deliver)
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| The Saviour of Fontana
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| On now, with a bow and quiver
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| You’re
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| You and your traveling bands of thieves
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| Wasting all your time, can’t repreive
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| You don’t come back, once your outward bound
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| Don’t let that weight, hold you down |