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No more dreams of the southwest |
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I just got a taste |
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And a little dust from every state |
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Caught underneath my shoes |
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That'll never wash away |
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I'm no stranger to the rust |
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We made this with our hands |
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From a billion other grains of sand |
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I'd rather have gray skies |
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Spotlights can burn through any man |
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Call it a clean slate |
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Not just a mistake |
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For all this time, all this time |
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It may be different |
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But I don't feel so bad now |
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There are no promises out there |
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Maybe I can't see straight |
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It eventually evaporates |
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Got a slight change of plans |
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I'll call some good friends of mine |
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I'm never going back |
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Or at least for some time |
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And first a train off track |
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I'll come back like an avalanche |
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Call it a clean slate |
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Not just a mistake |
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For all this time, all this time |
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It may be different |
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But I don't feel so bad now |
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I'll find myself |
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I'll find myself |
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Call it a clean slate |
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Not just a mistake |
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For all this time, all this time |
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It may be different |
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But I don't feel so bad now |
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Call it a clean slate |
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Not just a mistake |
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For all this time, all this time |
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It may be different |
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But I don't feel so bad now |