| In a world lit only by fire
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| A long train of flares
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| Under piercing stars
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| I stand watching the steam-liners roll by
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| The caravan thunders onward
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| To the distant dream of the city
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| The caravan carries me onward
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| On my way at last, on my way at last
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| On a road lit only by fire
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| Going where I want
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| Instead of where I should
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| I peer out at the passing shadows
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| Carried through the night into the city
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| Where a young man has
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| A chance of making good
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| A chance to break from the past
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| The caravan thunders onward
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| Stars winking through the canvas hood
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| The caravan thunders onward
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| On my way at last, on my way at last
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| In a world where I feel so small
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| I can’t stop thinking big
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| In a world where I feel so small
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| I can’t stop thinking big |