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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Chasing on a Motorway

We were all by ourselves
No more money
We were moving our lives
Fading family
Rolling our dice
To break on through into another world.

Say goodbye to our home
The memory's banished
It's a whole new view
From the people's palace
We were playing our cards
To break on through into another world.

This is all too much
Feast or famine
It's a long way down
Honey, hold my hand
If you're game, stick close
We'll break on through into another world.


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