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| 1. |
| 1:25 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:59 | 
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Sometimes I feel I've been here forever
Sometime ago Sometimes we sense the doubt together Sometimes alone I'm tired but we won't sleep at all even though the air is calm Something here and something warm something cuts the scars inside tonight Sons of pioneers are hungry men Every voice I hear sounds so familiar Every song I know Still there's been no change in the weather But sometime we'll have to go I'm tired but we won't sleep at all even though the air is calm Something here and something warm something cuts the scars inside tonight Sons of pioneers are hungry men |
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| 3. |
| 6:42 |
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| 4. |
| 5:36 |
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Could I ever explain
This feeling of love it just lingers on The fear in my heart that keeps telling me which way to turn We'll wander again Our clothes they are wet We shy from the rain Longing to touch all the places we know we can hide The width of a room that can hold so much pleasure inside Here am I alone again A quiet town where life begins Here am I just wondering Nightporters go Nightporters slip away I'll watch for a sign And if I should ever again cross your mind I'll sit in my room and wait until nightlife begins I'm catching my breath We'll both brave the weather again Here am I alone again A quiet town where life gives in Here am I just wondering Nightporters go Nightporters slip away |
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| 5. |
| 5:38 |
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Sometimes the comfort of a room
Sometimes I'm quite alone I pack to leave a foreign town It seems I'll never know But I'll rent new accommodation We'll make plans for mobile homes Slow boats moving with the tide Drifting far from shore It's the nature of this country life I've never known before Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses From mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes The sound of wildlife fills the air So warm and dry The bushland burns in this southern heat Like an open fire Still we'll make plans for buildings and houses From mobile homes...mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes Blood life My life Still life in mobile homes A voice screams from heaven As we start to sail It's the calling of the fatherland I used to know so well 'Til I'll find new accommodation We'll make plans for mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes Plant life My life Still life in mobile homes |
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| 6. |
| 5:28 |
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Once I was young
Once I was smart Now I'm living on the edge of my nerves The things we said weren't quite so tough When we were young Well I'm burning I'm burning buildings I'm building...this time For the art of parties Under heavy weather The art of parties I'm burning...burning I'm living I'm living my life I'm living This time The wind blew through my hair Once I was young I'd shelter from the sun Once I was smart We lived on the strength of our nerves When we were young Well I'm burning I'm burning buildings I'm building...this time |
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| 7. |
| 6:24 |
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