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He walks out each morning |
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He knows where he's going |
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It will take ten days to get to the desert in the sea |
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And she'll stay home waiting |
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And she'll stay home praying |
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That the sand turned liquid won't take him away |
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I, I suppose that's normal |
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I, I suppose that's average |
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But I, I refuse to think that's life for me |
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She walks out at night |
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She knows where she's at |
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And she'll take her dress off if anyone thinks |
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She's worths twenty-five or more |
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That's how it goes |
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I, I suppose that's normal |
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I, I suppose that's average |
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And I, I refuse to think that's life for me |
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And she'll stay home waiting |
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And he'll stay home praying |
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That the streets will bring her back |
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Safe and sound |
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I, I suppose that's normal |
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I, I suppose that's average |
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But I, I refuse to think that's life for me |
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Life for me |