| There’s a small cafe on the outskirts of town
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| I’ll be there when the sun goes down
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| Where the roadside bends
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| And it twists and turns
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| Every new generation
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| And I’ll be praying to my higher self
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| Don’t let me down, keep my feet on the ground
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| There’s a roadside jam playin' on the edge of town
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| In a town called Paradise near the ancient highway
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| When the train whistle blows
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| All the sadness that Hank Williams knows
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| And the river flows
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| Call them pagan streams and it spins and turns
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| In a factory in a street called Bread in East Belfast
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| Where Georgie knows best
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| What it’s like to be Daniel in the lion’s den
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| Got so many friends only most of the time
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| When the grass is high and the rabbit runs
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| Though it’s talkin' to you and i
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| And every new generation comes to pay
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| The dues of the organ grinder jam
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| And the grinder’s switch of the sacrifice
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| Everybody made to be rational with understanding
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| And I’ll be praying to my higher self
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| Oh, don’t let me down, keep my feet on the ground
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| What about all the people living in the nightmare hurt
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| That won’t go away no matter how hard they try
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| They’ve got to pay time and time again, time and time again
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| I’ll be praying to my higher self
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| And I’ll be standin' there, where the boats go by
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| When the sun is sinking way over the hill
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| On a Friday evening when the sun goes down
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| On the outskirts of town, I wanna slip away
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| I wanna slip away, got to get away
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| And I’ll be praying to my higher self
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| Don’t let me down, keep my feet on the ground, don’t let me down
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| You’ll be cryin' again, you’ll be cryin' again, you’ll be cryin' again
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| By the same wipe the teardrops from your eyes
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| Have to slip away in the evening when the sun goes down
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| Over the hill, with a sense of wonder
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| Everything gonna be right on a Friday evening
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| All the cars go by all along down
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| The ancient highway
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| And I’ll be praying, I’ll be praying to my higher self
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| Don’t let me down, keep my feet, keep my feet on the ground
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| Keep my feet on the ground
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| Travelling like a stranger in the night, all along the ancient highway
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| Got you in my sights, got you on my mind
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| I’ll be praying in the evening when the sun goes down
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| Over the mountain, got to get you right in my sight
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| As the beams on the cars from the overpass
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| On the ancient highway shine like diamonds in the night
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| Like diamonds in the night
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| I’ll be praying to my higher self, to my higher self
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| Don’t let me down, don’t let me down
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| And you’ll be standing there, while the boats go by
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| While the boats go by on a Friday evening
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| Shining your light, shining your light on a Friday evening
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| Got to slip away, got to slip away down that ancient highway
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| In a town called Paradise, in a town, in a town
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| All along, all along that road, all along that road
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| All along that road with the trancelike vision
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| I’ll be praying to my higher self, don’t let me down, don’t let me down
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| Keep my feet on the ground, keep my feet on the ground
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| Keep my feet on the ground
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| Friday evening got to slip away
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| Watching the view from a car from the overpass
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| And we’re driving down that ancient road
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| Shining like diamonds in the night, oh diamonds in the night
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| All along the ancient highway
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| Got you in my sight, got you in my mind
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| Got you in my arms and I’m praying, and I’m gonna pray
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| I’m gonna pray, to my higher self, ah don’t let me down
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| Don’t let me down, give me the fire, ah give me the fire |