August Fairs

Walking on a dusty road
Setting off new episode of life
The hangover ain't killing you
The rest of comrades tried to put you through

So dry your face
Get your suitcase, ready on
So dry your face
With no disgrace, on your own

And all the friends are sad that you've blown
The clocks away, the clocks away
Every time you doubt in your dreams
Hit road again, hit road again

Rush hours in the city squares
Commemorate the august fairs, down south
The lights and sights starring at you
Your eyes are getting red or blue, hearts sound

So dry your face
Get your suitcase, ready on
So dry your face
With no disgrace, on your own

All the friends are glad that you've blown
The clocks away, the clocks away
Every time you doubt in your dreams
Hit road again, hit road again
And even if your dreams let you down
Don't hesitate, don't hesitate
Love thy neighbour as thyself hey
United states, United states

And go straight on
See whats going on, in the park
And Hampstead Heath
Below my feet, burnt in dark

All the friends are glad that you've blown
The clocks away, the clocks away
Every time you doubt in your dreams
Hit road again, hit road again
And even if your dreams let you down
Don't hesitate, don't hesitate
Love thy neighbour as thyself hey
United states, United states



Credits
Writer(s): Nixon Lads
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