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The Walkabouts - Blown Away lyrics
Out past the trees there is nothing to burn Just an empty gas station, left to me in a will Just a plate of bad habits and plenty of salt for the wounds Just a plate of bone china and plenty of salt for the wounds At night there are voices By the old station house They come from an angel with a kerosene tongue She say's: |
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