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Gimmick lyrics
There's a whisper in the wires, no love
Of a black train-a-comin', no love
From the heart of the desert, no love
And the rhythm's not my hometown
My eyes are open, no love
Watching for the train, no love, no love
Just a breath across the ocean
Feel no love, if it flies it dies
Flags into a pocket, no love
We're standing on a platform, feel no love
In everyone a hook line, no love, no love
Against me making time, feel no love
Whisper in the wires, no love
Of a black train-a-comin', no love, no love
From the heart of the desert, no love
And the rhythm's not my hometown
And the rhythm's not my hometown
I feel no love
And the rhythm's not my hometown
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