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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=63139" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Telegraph Road</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A long time ago came a man on a track<br>Walking thirty miles with a pack on his back<br>And he put down his load where he thought it was the best<br>Made a home in the wilderness<br>He built a cabin and a winter store<br>And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore<br>And the other travellers came riding down the track<br>And they never went further, no, they never went back<br>Then came the churches then came the schools<br>Then came the lawyers then came the rules<br>Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads<br>And the dirty old track was the telegraph road<br>Then came the mines - then came the ore<br>Then there was the hard times then there was a war<br>Telegraph sang a song about the world outside<br>Telegraph road got so deep and so wide<br>Like a rolling river. . .<br>And my radio says tonight its gonna freeze<br>People driving home from the factories<br>Theres six lanes of traffic<br>Three lanes moving slow. . .<br>I used to like to go to work but they shut it down<br>I got a right to go to work but theres no work here to be found<br>Yes and they say were gonna have to pay whats owed<br>Were gonna have to reap from some seed thats been sowed<br>And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles<br>They can always fly away from this rain and this cold<br>You can hear them singing out their telegraph code<br>All the way down the telegraph road<br>You know Id sooner forget but I remember those nights<br>When life was just a bet on a race between the lights<br>You had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair<br>Now you act a little colder like you dont seem to care<br>But believe in me baby and Ill take you away<br>From out of this darkness and into the day<br>From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain<br>From the anger that lives on the streets with these names<br>cos Ive run every red light on memory lane<br>Ive seen desperation explode into flames<br>And I dont want to see it again. . .<br>>from all of these signs saying sorry but were closed<br>All the way down the telegraph road</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Dire Straits - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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Walking thirty miles with a pack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
Made a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
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