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| Some dreams are made for | children |
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| But most grow old w | ith us |
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| And when the air can hope to | hold on |
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| And to the ground from dust to | rust. |
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| Burning | lights | in the | desert |
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| Such a | sign only | you would | know |
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| Your running | tyres, | they're out of | pressure |
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| Such a | sign only | you would | know |
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| And I've been a long haul | driver |
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| Moving things but the cops don't | know |
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| Now I can see the | writing |
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| You are the last of the bu | ffalo |
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| Burning | lights | in the | desert |
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| Such a | sign only | you would | know |
| F | Bb | F | C | |
| Your running | tyres, | they're out of | pressure |
| F | Bb | F | C | |
| Such a | sign only | you would | know. |
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| Now I've been to Cali | fornia |
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| And I've been to New South | Wales |
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| Sometimes I, I pull | over |
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| When I realise I've left no | trace |
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| Burning | lights | in the | desert |
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| Such a | sign only | you would | know |
| F | Bb | F | C | |
| Your running | tyres, | they're out of | pressure |
| F | Bb | F | C | |
| Such a | sign only | you would | know. |
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| play this and remeber The Man! |
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