761,200 Horse Town
Smoking your toast
Taking your unwritten discs back to the place you buried them
It's time to go, because the train don't wait for no one who uses double negatives
This town's too small for us

It's time to go
There's an arsenal of faces equine and on the game
And a cry of relief as Albert Tatlock's pigeon floats over hills
This town's too small for 761,200 of us

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