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| 1. |
| 4:21 | 
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Baby my soul tells me you're standing there (x8)
[Desolation.. Lord! Desolation is a railroad station 'Round about 2am on a week night When you walk into Desolation like that And suddenly, out of nowhere Comes a warm song you aren't about to forget This is the first time, though, that I've heard him at an airport I know he moves along the piers He calls himself a Journey Agent, of Ulipia Says his friends the poets and the artists and musicians Are Ulipians too Hey, listen - listen to his tune..] |
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| 2. |
| 6:48 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:58 |
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| 4. |
| 5:25 |
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| 5. |
| 5:06 |
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| 6. |
| 6:07 |
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| 7. |
| 6:30 |
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| 8. |
| 5:37 |
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| 9. |
| 4:40 |
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| 10. |
| 5:21 |
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| 11. |
| 3:47 |
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| 12. |
| 4:29 |
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| 13. |
| 10:19 |
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