Headlights, white lights, 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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