| You can make a fire out of anything
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| You can warm your hands on the plastic burning on the frozen ground
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| When the only word is ‘when'
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| You can make a camp out of anywhere
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| Polythene sheets and rope until they come to pull it down
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| You just start again
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| Winter storms and the snow flying
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| Razor wire and the gulls crying
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| Cross the water or die trying
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| You can make a little hope out of anything
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| Follow the latest rumour to an empty concrete yard
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| On the edge of town
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| Where there’s always someone to take your money
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| There’s always someone to make a promise and then go to ground
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| Another face to forget
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| Winter storms and the snow flying
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| Razor wire and the gulls crying
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| Cross the water or die trying
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| You can lie awake through the long dark night
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| And count the trucks as they go passing by
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| The ships loading up and sailing out for the promise land
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| You can listen to the wind as it whips up the sand from the dunes
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| And dream and dream that it blows and blows and blows
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| All the fences in the world down to the ground
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| You can end the journey anywhere
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| You can lose your hold on the axle frame and fall into the road
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| And under the wheels
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| You can fall right through the world and disappear
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| Playing a game of hide-and-seek just one too many times
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| Until the time that you’re not found
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| Winter storms and the snow flying
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| Razor wire and the gulls crying
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| Cross the water or die trying |