| Burnin' wheels and big ideals
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| mortgage dreams, it seems to save you
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| t.v. |
| tells me where it’s at,
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| but I don’t know where i’m goin'
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| someone reading headline news
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| Napalm wars, annoy and deceive you,
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| Politicians make the grade
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| forgetting me and you
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| I’ve seen it, on the road
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| and I’ve seen it every day
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| Tomorrow’s up for sale again
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| Mother the prophets say
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| Show me, a clear wind blowing
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| and I’ll show you a river die
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| a Joke in a song, lost in the words
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| County fields, without any ears
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| Lonely faces passin' windows
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| look for Jesus, everywhere
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| someone said he’s gone
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| brandy wine and fire-light
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| it would seem, the only dream
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| is to take it while you can
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| I’ve seen it, on the road
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| and I’ve seen it every day
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| Tomorrow’s up for sale again
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| Tomorrow’s up for sale again
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| Tomorrow’s up for sale again
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| Mother the prophets say |