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I wanna tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat |
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Comes out of the Virginia swamps |
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Cool and slow with a back beat |
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Narrow and hard to master |
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Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance |
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Others, mean and ruthful of the Western dream |
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I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft |
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We've constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping |
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This is the land where the Pharaoh died |
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Children, |
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The river contains specimens |
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The voices of singing women |
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Call us on the far shore |
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And they are saying, |
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"Forget the Night |
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live with us in Forests of azure" |
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Meager food for souls forgot |
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I tell you this; |
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No eternal reward will |
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Forgive us now for |
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Wasting the dawn |
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And one morning you awoke |
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And the strange sun |
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And opening your door... |
