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FRISCO DEPOT
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(M. Newbury)
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Frisco's a full day from home, when you can afford to fly
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But it might as well be to the moon, when you're as broke as I
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Here I sit, with my head in my hands, and watch the trains roll by
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Lord, the helping-hand mission man warned me the nights here got cold
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When you're cold, there's nothing as welcome as sunshine
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When you're dry, there's nothing as welcome as rain
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When you're alone, there's nothing much slower than passing time
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When you're afoot, there's nothing as fast as a train
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Yes, Frisco's a mighty rich town and that ain't a lie
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Why, they've got some buildings that reach a mile into the sky
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Yet no-one can even afford the time just to tell me - why
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Is this world full of people, and so many people alone?
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When you're alone, you ain't got much reason for livin'
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But while you're alive, you just got to live with your pain
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Unless you've been alone for so long, there's no-one left for giving
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And you find yourself searching your past, for the links to the chain
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FRISCO DEPOT
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Scott Walker |