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I wanna tell you 'bout |
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Texas Radio and the |
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Big BeatComes out of the |
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Virginia swamps |
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Cool and slow with plenty of precision |
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With a back beat narrow and hard to master |
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Some call it heavenly in its brilliance |
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Others, mean and ruthful of the |
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Western dream |
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I love the friends |
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I have gathered together on this thin raft |
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We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping |
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This is the land where the |
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Pharaoh died |
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The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered |
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They are saying, "Forget the nightLive with us in forests of azureOut here on the perimeter there are no starsOut here we is stoned immaculate" |
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Now, listen to this and |
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I'll tell you 'bout the heartache |
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I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of |
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GodI'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night |
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The meager food for souls forgot |
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I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul |
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I'll tell you this |
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No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn |
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I'll tell you 'bout |
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Texas Radio and the |
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Big BeatSoft, driven slow and mad, like some new language |
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Now, listen to this and |
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I'll tell you 'bout the |
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TexasI'll tell you 'bout the |
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Texas Radio |
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I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night |
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Wandering the |
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Western dream |
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Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul |
