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I can wait at the canyon's corner and |
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I'm back away |
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I can see you looking into locuses that ease your mind |
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Won't peel your cowl back, |
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I'm shaking up and you're stepping down |
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Put your cookies in the cooling rack, let's kiss the sky away, hey |
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Holding on to your fishing line |
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I can feel the future just fine |
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I can feel the future, baby |
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It's tumbling down your cheekbut |
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I can't see the past, oh no |
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I'm no one contending, oh lord |
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I can see your future lifeand that future life don't play |
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Dark streets, watch out |
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Long streets, back home |
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Dark streets, watch out |
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Let's ride |
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Tied to the boats of my life, |
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I'm a man of sanity |
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No man is a sinking houseboat, yeah it just arrived |
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Have you snuck off into parks land, shooting off the flare gun |
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Are you in my office building, well |
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I ain't dressed for the occasion |
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Oh, ain't that the way things work |
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Ain't that the way things go |
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Aren't those the stories we've been told |
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Sister, let's ride again |
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Dark streets, watch out |
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Red sun, come home |
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Dark streets, watch out |
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Well, let's ride |
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You can call me all night |
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I'm living like a lonely man, |
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I'm living in this lonely land |
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I'm living in an empty bed, watching those bars at night |
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I'm leaving all the things |
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I have, and |
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I'm waiting on the canyon's edge |
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I'm living like a lonely man, bring back your bars tonight |
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I'm living like a lonely man, |
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I'm living on this lonely land |
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I'm leaning on an empty bench, watching those bars at nightbut |
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I'm leaving all the things |
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I have, and |
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I'm waiting on the canyon's edge |
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I'm living in this lonely land, bring back your bars tonight, and let's ride |
