| It’s so dry here
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| One spark and the whole place could go up
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| I think I’ll stop and get a drink here
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| Something like the picture on the poster I saw a few miles back
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| A green can on a nest of ice
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| Like the egg of some Antarctic bird
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| And I’ve seen this town in a dream
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| I was running away
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| >From something that I didn’t want to see
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| It was a day like today
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| I watched the sky melt over Highway One
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| And I felt too close to the sun
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| Neighbour of mine
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| Got out of his car somewhere down country in weather like this
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| Just disappeared
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| Left the engine running
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| Police came to talk to his wife
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| I watched them from my window
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| She was shaking her head
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| The cops were standing, with their big hands hanging down
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| And I’ve seen this town in a dream
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| I was running away
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| >From something that I didn’t want to see
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| It was a day like today
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| I watched the sky melt over Highway One
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| And I felt too close to the sun
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| Who’s that yonder dressed in white?
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| (An old man kneeling on the bowling green
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| Shiny with gin and brilliantine)
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| He might as well have stepped from a satellite
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| (Looks at me and gets up slowly
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| Smiles and waves as if he knows me)
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| And I’ve seen this town in a dream
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| I was running away
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| >From something that I didn’t want to see
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| It was a day like today
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| I watched the sky melt over Highway One
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| And I felt too close to the sun
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| Too close to the sun |