| Falling out of some dirty train
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| With your bags, vinyl stickers, claim-check tag
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| Will they tell me where you’ve been
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| Well let’s peel them off again
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| The desert, the tundra, man-made lake
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| Your postcards were real, enthusiasm was fake
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| Rivers and canyons, step to the rear
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| You mark the Majestic, «You're here»
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| I’m not sorry I brought you here, no way
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| Though you might not remember
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| Whispering the words «I think I’ll stay»
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| Well my hearing’s getting better
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| Falling out of the first class seat
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| With your bags, magnetic checkers and jet-lag
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| Tell me where you’ve been
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| Tell me you won’t go again
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| I’m not sorry I brought you here, no way
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| Though you might not remember
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| Whispering the words «I think I’ll stay»
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| But my hearing’s getting better |