Preston School Of Industry
if the straits of magellan should ever run dry
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Hope, is that I find it
Gutters are spilling, seeping with iron
Never get out of the house today
Tracks, they lead me
But there's no leaving this land
It's been this way for years
Hound tails, fox trails
Track,s they lead me to the desert
I'm not too tired, I'll walk away now
Bye, bye, bye, bye
Till I'm afraid
Bye, bye, bye, bye