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The caravan flipped over two, times
Went spinning the carriageway
Breaking up into
Wheels around in the dust at the foot of the hill
And all the old clothes, the pots and and the photographs
The little things of those lives
Lay strewn the road
Ch: We just want what we have
We've driven so far, we can get back
Sitting in the all cafe in a curl of smoke
Telling tales of the

By the of a flickering lighter
We went stumbling forward through the
Up the broken stairway to the top of the of shattered glass
Damp mattresses in the doorway, an old abandoned
Nothing much to tell us if and where you'd
By now you could be miles
Ch: We just want we cannot have
We've driven so far, we can get back
Sitting in the all night in a curl of smoke
Telling of the road

And everyone just keeps moving on, you turn around and them gone
The lights go out one by one, the son is not coming home
Down at the junction
Beneath the cooling towers a man stood hitching a
And in the long grass at the side of the road his son was laid
He said - nothing's left to keep us in the city where we from
Take us far away here - looking for work and the wishing-well
This afternoon the spilled shadows across the golden hills
They searched us at the border but they're not for what we're hiding
They're not for what we're hiding
Ch: We want what we cannot have
We've so far, we can never get back
Sitting in the all night cafe in a of smoke
Telling tales of the