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Rangy coyote run from a ghetto bird in the smog |
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a peaceful eater of berries with a heart of down |
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Vainly looking for love, love, but only finding a fight |
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With the killers of rabbits and the chaparral bums |
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In the sage to find a shivering fawn |
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A little something to hang his hopes on |
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He's the breather of fog now, and a lover of light |
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He's ghost in the canyon, both a dog and a deer |
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He's a singer of a sad song who only wanted to be |
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a piece of the story, a part of our movie |
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Across the scrub, the lights of Avalon |
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A little something to hang his hopes on |
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Vainly looking for love, love, but only finding a fight |
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With the killers of rabbits and the chaparral bums |
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Rangy coyote run from a ghetto bird in the smog |
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a peaceful eater of berries with a heart of down |
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In the sage to find a shivering fawn |
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A little something to hang his hopes on |
