| The rush is on & I should be gone
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| Who am I to stay so long?
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| Words getting round ‘bout what they found
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| Out there in boomtown
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| The lights outshine the moon at night
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| And dreams roll in on a high tide
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| The shadows never hit the ground
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| Baby I’m gonna shine in boomtown
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| I’ll be there in Boomtown
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| Every crack in the sidewalk could hold 1,000 tears
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| There’s a fresh stretch of black top that’ll get me out of here
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| Stand up on your rooftops and sing your prayers out loud
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| They still won’t make a sound, still won’t make a sound
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| Out there in Boomtown
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| Wolfman on the radio
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| Cutting across the wild plateau
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| Says the clocks have come unwound
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| Out here in boomtown, out here in boomtown
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| Seasons come and seasons go
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| When work round here is getting slow
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| Might be north, it might be south
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| I’ll be bound for Boomtown
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| You’ll find me there in Boomtown |