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Well it's headlights, white lines, black tar rivers,
They 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.

We'll play and we'll play and we'll play.
To every day, every day,
Every day. To every day.

And in the front rooms in old towns, far from the city,
With beat up guitars and hearts full of pity.
The people gather round, they sing songs from everywhere,
They're torn from the nation, left without a care.

They'll play and they'll play and they'll play.
To every day, every day,
Every day. To every day.

And we'll rid the bloody world, for a moment in a word.
We will rid the bloody world 'cause...
The words that you heard when you were young will always stay,
The one's that always stay make the world go away.
The words that you heard when you were young will always stay,
The one's that always stay make the world go away.
Go away.

Well on the warm night and clear sky, European town.
Outside the bar's singing, their hearts out to a crowd
Open boots, violin, banjo and a voice.
The exiled buskers, they're happy with their choice.

They'll play and they'll play and they'll play.
To every day, every day,
Every day. To every day.

And we'll rid the bloody world, for a moment in a word.
We will rid the bloody world 'cause...
The words that you heard when you were young will always stay,
The one's that always stay make the world go away.
The words that you heard when you were young will always stay,
The one's that always stay make the world go away.
Go away.

Well and we'll play and we'll play and we'll play.
To every day, every day,
Every day. To every day.

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