| Well, the storm clouds are blowin' in
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| And days just go on by, I’m feelin' worthless
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| But don’t hold it too close
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| It’ll only serve to make you lose your cool, boy
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| Well, the years just go on by
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| And there’s no sunken treasure to fill me
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| So I’ll drive all night to nowhere
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| Just to chase the sun
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| I said the battle’s almost over
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| But, my god, which side has won?
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| Oh, thunderstorms and bad news
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| They always make it through
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| When you find yourself screaming
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| «Are you livin in a ghostland too?»
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| I said, I’m livin in a ghostland
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| And how far can one man go?
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| And will I see you later?
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| The answer only dead men know
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| Well, that harsh Atlantic breeze
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| It’s blowin up again and I feel colder
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| So, I think I’ll take a drive
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| And I’ll ease this worried mind of all it’s trouble
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| But I don’t feel like a man
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| Or captain of this ship out at sea
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| So, I’ll drive all night to nowhere
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| Just to chase the sun
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| I said the battle’s almost over
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| But, my god, which side has won?
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| Oh, thunderstorms and bad news
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| They always make it through
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| When you find yourself screaming |
| «Are you livin in a ghostland too?»
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| I said, I’m livin in a ghostland
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| And how far can one man go?
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| And will I see you later?
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| The answer only dead men know
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| I said I’m livin'
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| I said I’m livin in a ghost land
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| I said I’m livin' oooh
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| And I sing la la da da da |