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Somewhere out west a freighter rides by |
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You used to watch them pass with their grit in your eye |
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And the wild dogs under darkening sky |
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Still listen for your lonesome lullaby |
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Way out in the desert you felt so free |
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How you loved those hills of Joshua Tree |
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Now there's a dusty path missing two dusty feet |
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Is this really how you wanted it to be |
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Everybody said you won't make it |
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Everybody said you're no good |
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But did you listen to them, in the end |
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Even though you swore you never would |
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The patch of ground where they found you that day |
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Is godforsaken, a barren place |
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Why did you have to go this way |
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Why did you go this way |
