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Fell prey to a bypass
And no-one wants to know us anymore
"Move on", that's life
It's written in the rocks
But what's our image, anymore?
Channel those feelings
Do something good and forget about the killings of the small towns
And if we were to paint the sky

And if we were to paint the sky
What's our colour, anymore
Barred from the workmans
But they're not our people
Let's head to the joint where the locals don't point
And the carpet smells of rain

Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

The rattle of еngines
And were closеr to where we've ever been
And if we were to expose the sky
And if we were to expose the sky
Would vengeance get you to where you need to be?

It's just another sequel
They were never our people
Let's head to the joint where the locals don't point
And the carpet smells of rain
It's just another sequel
They were never our people
Let's head to the joint where the locals don't point
And the carpet smells of rain
It's just another sequel
They were never our people
Let's head to the joint where the locals don't point
And the carpet smells of rain

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