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Hair blowing in the hot wind, |
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time hanging from a clothespin. |
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There's no sorrow that the sun's not gonna heal. |
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I smell the leather of your new car, |
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drive through the desert after nightfall. |
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Sleep on the shoulder, keep the stars all to ourselves. |
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The kind of love that makes my back hurt; |
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Wearin' nothing but a t-shirt. |
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She's turning over on a mattress made of air. |
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I close my eyes, I see a staircase, |
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leading upwards into blank space. |
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All of creation makes a sound too soft to hear. |
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So I remain between her legs, |
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sheltered from all my fears. |
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While bikers glide by highway shrines, |
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where pilgrims disappear. |
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Know that trouble's been your good friend. |
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Catch your company on the weekend. |
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Catch your company even once your mind was made. |
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You said, 'It's over and it's finished.' |
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And a headache's all you left with. |
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We're no different: I've got debts I'd like to pay. |
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We should move to Sausalito, |
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Living's easy on a house boat. |
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Let the motion rock us back and forth to sleep. |
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And in the morning when the sun rise |
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Look in the water, see the blue sky. |
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As if heaven has been laid there at our feet. |
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So we remain between these waves, |
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sheltered for all our years. |
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While bikers glide by highway shrines, |
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Where pilgrims disappear. |
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Where time takes icebergs, |
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Where fields burn westward, |