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On the very day my travel card expired
I rode the train
All day
And took it to the place each line retired
The fate of every train

Oh (oh)
Oh (oh)
Oh (oh)

If some authority had stopped to ask me why
I’d stare blankly at
My knees
To see the city from that point on every line
Where buildings kiss the trees

Now I believe, I believe, I believe
The move seems impossible
But I will leave, I will leave, I will leave
If you can’t live there

I want to quote the city’s history books verbatim
And know the names of all
The bars
Be nicer to that guy upstairs although I hate him
And stop littering in other people’s cars

Now I believe, I believe, I believe
The move seems impossible
But I will leave, I will leave
If you can’t live there

Now tracks they take me backs to you I go
And night descends
On wires
And TV lights reflect off every window
Like blue flickering fires

Now I believe, I believe, I believe
There’s a house, a street, to plant your feet
And I will leave, I will leave, I will leave
If you can’t live there

If you can’t live there
On the very day my travel card expired   I rode the train   All day   And took it to the place each line retired   The fate of every train      Oh (oh)   Oh (oh)   Oh (oh)      If some authority had stopped to ask me why   I’d stare blankly at   My knees   To see the city from that point on every line   Where buildings kiss the trees      Now I believe, I believe, I believe   The move seems impossible   But I will leave, I will leave, I will leave   If you can’t live there      I want to quote the city’s history books verbatim   And know the names of all   The bars   Be nicer to that guy upstairs although I hate him   And stop littering in other people’s cars      Now I believe, I believe, I believe   The move seems impossible   But I will leave, I will leave   If you can’t live there      Now tracks they take me backs to you I go   And night descends   On wires   And TV lights reflect off every window   Like blue flickering fires      Now I believe, I believe, I believe   There’s a house, a street, to plant your feet   And I will leave, I will leave, I will leave   If you can’t live there      If you can’t live there