| In the dark before the train
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| Just beyond the barn glow
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| Where no dissident remains
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| Driving it like we stole it Snow falling, a silver poet
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| To concentrate the gallows
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| And subtracting us like the wolf does
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| Driving it like we stole it But we’re getting nearer, nearer
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| Getting near that modern spirit, yeah
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| I can hear it, hear it, hear it I can hear that modern spirit
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| On the open road for boys
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| A white and an open throat
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| Night slips back with no noise
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| Inside the hitch-hiker's coat
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| But we’re getting nearer, nearer
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| Getting near that modern spirit, yeah
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| I can hear it, hear it, hear it I can hear the modern spirit, yeah
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| Can’t you just hear it, hear it, hear it?
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| Winter counting everything, we’re near it We’re getting nearer nearer, nearer
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| Friendship changing everything, we’re near it I can hear it Is this the modern spirit?
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| Is this the modern spirit, yeah
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| Is this the modern spirit
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| This is the modern spirit, yeah
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| This is the modern spirit
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| This is the modern spirit, yeah
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| This is the modern spirit
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| This is the modern spirit, yeah
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| Yeah? |
| Yeah |