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In a country that we call home, as we swing from star to star See, on a branch line somewhere south
Railway fettler broken down, there is no end to the world that i see, there is no end to the world that i see
As we swing from star to star, as sure as i stand on this place That, the spirit comes
As sure as i stand on this place, the o cannon garrison falls down
as we swing from star to star
you cannot hear the church bell sound
There is no end to the world that i see, off the map and off the world
There is no end to the world that i see, the o cannon garrison falls down
The o cannon garrison falls down, mountains appearing with the sun
In a country that we call home, off the map and off the world Midnight, you cannot hear the church bell sound
Let lightning strike and leave no trace, as sure as i stand on this place
Railway fettler broken down, the land is hard and gives no quarter
in a land that s skin and bone
In a country that we call home, you cannot hear the church bell sound
There is no end to the world that i see, on a branch line somewhere south, on a branch line somewhere south
Off the map and off the world, there is no end to the world that i see
mountains appearing with the sun
As we swing from star to star, the sun beats down and gives no sanctuary, let lightning strike and leave no trace
there s a place that s hardly known
The sun beats down and gives no sanctuary, the sun beats down and gives no sanctuary, the o cannon garrison falls down
In a land that s skin and bone, in a country that we call home, as sure as i stand on this place
you cannot hear the church bell sound
There s a place that s hardly known, rivers of light they westward run
the o cannon garrison falls down
The land is hard and gives no quarter, as we swing from star to star, in a country that we call home
There is no end to the world that i see, you cannot hear the church bell sound
As sure as i stand on this place, let lightning strike and leave no trace
in a country that we call home
as we swing from star to star
On a branch line somewhere south, the sun beats down and gives no sanctuary
The o cannon garrison falls down, the spirit comes, the sun beats down and gives no sanctuary
as we swing from star to star