Headlights, white lines, black tar rivers 

Dragging me around this country as it whithers 

The billboards, signposts, standing in the way 

Tell of the state of the nations, that we find today 



And we play and we play 

To every day, every day 

To every day 



In the front rooms of old towns far from the city 

With beat up guitars and hearts full of pity 

The people gather round singing songs from everywhere 

Torn from the nation, left without a care 



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And we'll rid the bloody world for a moment in a word 

And we'll rid the bloody world cos 

The words that you heard when you were young will always stay

The one's that always stay make the world go away 



Warm night, clear sky, European town 

Out side the bars singing their hearts out to a crowd

Open boots, violin, banjo and a voice 

Exiled buskers, happy with their choice 



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