By the great Missouri pacific line
There goes the last train out of town
The sun beat down
And there was nothing left to see
I turned my shadow back around
Back in a town where i'll defend you
When they sleep
And if we're running out of oxygen
Running out of fuel to burn
Drifting's an easy flight
You said you'd stay all night
And now you're saying that
The lights are growing dim
Up in this town we're living in
Sunday sun delirium
I know there's something strange going
What made you so pretty
What made you so fine
Wjat made you dig so deep
In this fool heart of mine
I didn't notice you
Til' I looked down the line
And if we're running out of oxygen
Running out of fuel to burn
Drifting's an easy flight
You said you'd stay all night
And now you're saying that
The lights are growing dim
Up in this town we're living in
Sunday sun delirium I know
There's something strange going down
And if we're running out of oxygen
Running out of fuel to burn
Driftings an easy flight
You said you' stay all night
And now you're saying that
The lights are growing dim
Up in this town we're living in
Sunday sun delirium
I know there's something strange
And now you're saying
That the lights are growing dim
Up in this town we're living in
Sunday sun delirium
You said you'd stay all night
And if you're saying
Out of oxygen
Out of fuel to burn
Sunday
You said you'd stay all night
Ok
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