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Intro

We've got old news, wrapped up in old blues

 We can't afford the call, hell, we don't know where we are

C'mon, we're dead on our feet but we're walking

We've been stripped down, hog-tied and found out

 And thrown into the choir, like sticks into a fire

C'mon, I'm sleeping in the street, casuse its so easy to dream

 But so hard to say goodnight

We've been toiling in transistor soil and digging up a voice

 from a fallow field of noise

A dog from the past started barking

We've been stripped down, hog-tied and found out

 And thrown into the choir, like sticks into a fire

C'mon, I'm sleeping in the street, casuse its so easy to dream

 But so hard to say goodnight