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I thank my friend, Kiki, for painting pictures for this song. He knows about the moon and the stars. And coyotes. Having a place to hide so's you don't have to run anymore. or, at least, for a little while. When you look up at the stars it's a great reminder of how vast our universe is and what treasures there are still to be found. |
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There's no name on the back of your belt |
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you're strong and you're sturdy but somethin ain't right |
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most of the feelings you've ever felt |
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cot lost in the early mornin light |
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& you know how to hold 'em, know how to hold 'em tight |
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Rumors don't phase you, they draw and erase you |
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leave you Like signs in the rain |
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if nobody finds it and the paint has worn off of it |
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there's not much there to explain |
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'cept YOU know how to hold em, know how yo hold'em tight |
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& you know how to find me if you need somewhere to hide. |
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CHORUS: |
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Where you get stars on the ceiling, stars in your eyes |
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stars that don't talk much 'til they fall from the sky. |
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There's an old bed in the back of your truck and navajo blankets |
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and a bottle of jack |
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it looks like a suitcase and runs like a greyhound |
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looks like it's been to the moon and back |
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and you know how to hold 'em, know how to hold'em tight |
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you know how to find me if you need somewhere to hide... |
