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Is it a mean streak, you'd swear, you'd swear |
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We never seen a stranger round here |
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Is it the way the dust clings to the air |
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But you'd swear, you'd swear |
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Is it a mean streak, a desolation sound |
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A copy of desire, oh nothing's that far down |
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A mean streak on a western swing |
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On TV saying the damnedest thing |
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A meanstreak, you'd swear, you'd swear |
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We never seen a stranger round here |
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It's the way the dust clings to the air |
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After a stranger's been there |
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You'd swear, you'd swear |
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Is it a mean streak to a certain degree |
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Come whistling down the crookedest street |
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A mean streak in the ghost state |
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Between the certain and the hesitating |
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A meanstreak, you'd swear, you'd swear |
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We never seen a stranger round here |
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It's the way the dust clings to the air |
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After a stranger's been here |
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You'd swear, you'd swear |
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Was that you there? |
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That was you there |
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Was that you there? |
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That was you there |
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The sssh sound of the bottoms of their boots |
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On the tops of the grass |
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As their haywagon rolled past |
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And I'd swear, I'd swear |
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The way the dust clings to the air |
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After the stranger's been here |
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I'd swear, I'd swear |
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That that was you there |