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Original Luke was a careless man |
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Heart as hard as the Grand Coulee Dam |
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With silos tall over great north gorge |
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A shadow in each hand |
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A shadow 'cross the land |
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Original Luke bartered better times |
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Clanking 'round like a bag of wine |
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His halo gone and his hat below |
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An antique in his prime |
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A man so out of time |
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I'm just trying to tell you how tired my soul is tired |
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I'm just trying to tell you that the wires are all unwired |
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My globe is rolling down and down, and my lost soul is so tired |
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Luke was run down by a coffee stand |
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A famous caffeinated brand |
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He dove right down in a black manhole |
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A good girl in each hand |
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A shadow 'cross the land |
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Original Luke guzzled gasoline |
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He drank it down 'til his tube was clean |
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Pine trees bent down to make a box for ashes and a dream |
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There's nothing much between |
