| Running on empty
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| My wheel hand knuckle white
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| Before the day finds an ending
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| I’m going out to the other side
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| Red lights ringing out
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| The chain hands linking up
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| Is that a voice on the steel tracks?
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| It’s like a scream and a whisper
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| Better run, better hide, better leave it behind
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| Better calm, better sleep, better keep me alive
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| Better hold to myself, better go to the light
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| There’s a hole in the dark and it calls me tonight
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| Yes, iron on the iron tracks
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| Carrying iron on its iron back
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| And when the snake eats its own tail
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| Then dark comes through the cracks
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| And in the howl of the whisper
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| I hear the flying foam massacre
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| And still the mines cutting deeper
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| Out of time and now the signal’s out
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| Better run, better hide, better leave it behind
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| Better calm, better sleep, better keep me alive
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| Better hold to myself, better go to the light
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| There’s a hole in the dark and it calls me tonight
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| Am I a Malungungu? |
| Am I a Malungungu?
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| Am I a Malungungu? |
| Ooh Ooh Ooh Oooh
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| Am I a Malungungu? |
| Am I a Malungungu?
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| Am I a Malungungu? |
| Ooh Ooh Ooh Oooh |
| Mother, mother I don’t want to be alone
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| Out here tonight. |
| Father
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| Father I have followed you far as here
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| Before the night’s done
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| I’ll be out on the other side
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| On the news there’s a sacrifice
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| Another FIFO suicide
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| I see my eyes in the rear view mirror
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| And I don’t know if it’s me, you
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| Or some other «I,» but they look and cry
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| Where’s my life gone, where’s my life gone
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| Where’s my life gone, where’s my life gone
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| Where’s my life gone, gone?
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| Better run, better hide, better leave it behind
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| Better calm, better sleep, better keep me alive
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| Better hold to myself, better go to the light
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| There’s a hole in the dark and it
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| Calls me tonight… |