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Radio waves are coming miles and miles |
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Bringing only empty boats |
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Whatever feeling they had when they sailed |
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Somehow slipped out between the notes |
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Out on the desert now and feeling lost |
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The bonnet wears a wire albatross |
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Monster ballads and the stations of the cross |
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Sighing just a little bit |
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Sighing just a little bit |
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And I was thinking 'bout what Katy done |
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Thinking 'bout what Katy did |
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The fairest daughter of the Pharaoh's son |
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Dressed in gold 'neath pyramids |
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Out on the desert now and feeling lost |
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The bonnet wears a wire albatross |
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Monster ballads and the stations of the cross |
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Sighing just a little bit |
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Sighing just a little bit |
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Ones and zeroes bleeding mesa noise |
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And when you're empty there's so much space for them |
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You turn it off but then a still small voice |
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Comes in blazing from some vast horizon |
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And I was thinking 'bout my river days |
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I was thinking 'bout me and Jim |
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Passing Cairo on a getaway |
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With every steamboat like a hymn |
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Out on the desert now I'm feeling lost |
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The bonnet wears a wire albatross |
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Monster ballads and the stations of the cross |
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Sighing just a little bit |
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Smiling just a little bit |
