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And in the evening when the day goes down |
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She leaves the bright house lights |
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Stands and watches with her coat pulled around |
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As torches light the western skies |
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Sometimes she thinks she knows him just too well |
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Other times not much at all |
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They live their lives in some familiar spell |
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And catch each other when they fall |
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Nothing lasts, well she knows, try to hang on |
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When it's gone, you'll be burned |
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Fashions and friends come and go |
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Everyone travels that road in their turn |
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She wants to go out where the day meets the night |
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Far beyond these |
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Midwest farms |
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But she'll be with him till the day she finds |
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A stranger lying in her arms |
