| There’s a whisper in the wires, no love
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| Of a black train-a-comin', no love
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| From the heart of the desert, no love
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| And the rhythms of my hometown
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| My eyes are open, no love
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| Watching for the train, no love, no love
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| Just a breath across the ocean
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| Feel no love
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| If it flies, it dies
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| Flags into a pocket, no love
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| We’re standing on a platform
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| Feel no love
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| In everyone a hook line, no love, no love
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| Against me making time
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| Feel no love
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| Whisper in the wires, no love
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| Of a black train-a-comin', no love, no love
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| From the heart of the desert, no love
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| And the rhythms of my hometown
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| And the rhythms of my hometown
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| Feel no love
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| And the rhythms of my hometown |