| I hear the bells calling out
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| As what’s left of an ageing town
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| Shufflin', I hear them sing out loud, out of tune
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| But with 'tude, enough to remove the sin from the room
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| Me, I’m in the city, workin' my guns in the midday sun
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| But nothing’s firing, I just hear sirens telling me to break free
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| Fitter than I’ve ever been
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| So why do I always feel so out of breath?
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| I suppose even the best athletes
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| Might not even have the depth
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| Move around, seeking warmth and coverage
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| But is it something this city can not give?
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| So I’ll run away and I’ll rest with rain on tin
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| My head’s a mess and I don’t know how to get in
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| I’m runnin' out of steam
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| My legs can’t keep up with this city
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| I think I’ll go back home
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| Tarcutta seems like the right speed for me
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| Looking down on my town as the lights flicker and go out
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| And now I can breathe in a town that sleeps
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| So I’ll run away and I’ll rest with rain on tin
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| My head’s a mess and I don’t know how to get in
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| So I’ll run away and I’ll rest with rain on tin
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| Oh, my head’s a mess and I don’t know how to get in
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| I think I’ll move away and age in the town where I was born
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| It’s a steady pace, I will age here with grace
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| Before everything’s gone
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| And I’ll disappear, it’s too incredible but I need you to see
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| Oh, my biggest fear is that I’m forgettable |