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400 Miles Away

de The Rumjacks

I'll ride again o'er the border, if it takes me all my days
Where the Sun rises through the pollution & sets her walls ablaze
Gimme somethin to help with the shakin' or to kill the roarin' pain
It's the sound of a sweet heart breakin' 400 miles
Away

Oh, have ye known the sting of sweet regret?
Or have ye no started living yet?

And the cheap lousy dram trembles there in his hand
As he struggles to recall what she wore
He can still see her face in that charming old plac
E & he'll never forget how she swore
'In all fairness' he says, 'it’s all good I suppose
And his eyes turn the colour of his crooked old nose
He drains the tumbler & straightens his clothes
And he's away with the wind, away

In all these broken windows, through the tattoos and the scars
He'll catch his own reflection across a thousand other bars
Until he rides again o'er the border, if it takes him all his days
To where the Sun rises through the pollution
400 miles away

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