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Lyrics for 'Dresden' by 'Cold Chisel'
The Morning Breeze Is Off And Gone
The Winding Factory Streets Are Clean
Old Ladies Put The Kettle On
And All-night Lechers Pause And Lean
On Grey Shop Windows, Everywhere
A Deeper Hum Is In The Air
Hotel Room, Drifter Leaves No Clues
He Rides A Freight-train Out Of Town
And Whistles At The Icy Rime
The Cattle Float Like Thistle-downs
And God Is On The Edge Of Time
Somewhere Behind A Siren Wails
The Freight-train Soars Above The Rails
The Traveller, He's Hard As Nails
As The Train Sweeps Down The Line
The Salmon Season's Here To Stay
And Etched Into Each Shoulder-bone
The Mark Of Cain Is On Display
As Stone Above Each Measured Stone
Old Dresden Burns Above The Breeze
The Traveller, He's On His Knees
He's Watching Sledge-wings Dip And Play
So Far Above The Holy Throne
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