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Sun coming down |
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leaves on the ground |
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and a wolf got caught up in the barbed wire |
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and there's a bullet in the wood |
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we use for fire |
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and we're caught in the afterglow |
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train off the track |
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put your matches in a stack |
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and a black balloon got caught up in the line |
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like an old lamplight chokin' on a vine |
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and we're caught in the afterglow |
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let it go down slow |
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broken glass in the sand |
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rabbit's foot in my hand |
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mosquito got caught up in the south |
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like a ghost town in the middle of a map |
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and we're caught in the afterglow |
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let it go down slow |
