| I have slept at the station, I have slept there again
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| I've been on water and bread with the city's worst men
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| But tonight I will sleep out in the rain in the open air
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| Even though mom said I could come home
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| I have eight long hours now until the sun goes down
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| I stop, fill the tank and then I drive off
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| For I can hear the waterfall roar, I can hear the wind say
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| "Tonight man, you will finally have peace"
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| Everything I need and everything I own is waiting for me
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| Wait for the winter until spring
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| Stood there last year and they stand there this year
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| Where the asphalt never reaches
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| Where the asphalt never reaches
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| I picked you a herring for your broken heart
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| And another to myself, for the start of something new
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| It may smoke some farmers only the queen is safe
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| For everything boils down to her in the end
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| And Monday is a wonderful day for birds that are free
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| Crossing latitudes north, stripes see planes passing by
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| I have fumbled around in the dark but I have found my way out
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| And I'll never go back there again
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| Everything I need and everything I own is waiting for me
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| Wait for the winter until spring
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| Stood there last year and they stand there this year
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| Where the asphalt never reaches
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| Where the asphalt never reaches
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| Listen, I've been a crab all my life, every step has been a struggle
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| Lives like a fly, eats other people's shit
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| At home, the mother says I've always been fucked
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| That I've been rooting for it ever since I was born
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| But now I'm on the road, driving like a pig
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| No mustache can stop this guy
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| But now I've had enough
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| I drive non-stop
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| Now I'm coming to your house
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| I have slept at the station now for the very last time
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| Never again will anyone come down on me with rank
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| For I can feel that I am alive, feel the rain low down
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| The drops that give me peace (oh)
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| It is the drops that give me peace
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| Everything I need and everything I own is waiting for me
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| Wait for the winter until spring
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| Stood there last year and they stand there this year
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| Where the asphalt never reaches
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| Where the asphalt never reaches |