| Well, my bags are packed, I’m ready to go
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| Whichever way the world is tilting
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| Because I won’t get back the part of my soul
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| I sold to the devil for a coffee for the road
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| I never wanted to get anywhere
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| I never wanted to get anything
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| Desire is the point of everything
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| There’s a line of shadow on the far horizon
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| It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains
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| All my life I’ve been gazing to the far horizon
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| It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains
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| I have never been a wise man — living too fast and recklessly
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| Too quick to judge, too quick to act and forgive and forget
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| And always gone before the reckoning
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| I grew up listening to the distant hum
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| Of the traffic on the Great Western Road
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| Wishing I was gone
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| Screaming out to the wind — bring it on, bring it on
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| There’s a line of shadow on the far horizon
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| It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains
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| All my life I’ve been gazing to the far horizon
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| It could be stormclouds and it could be mountains
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| Breaking open… |