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So what's in the back of your little red book |
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And why do you smile when you know I'm done? |
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There's bay on the air and a lazy old sun |
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To keep the heap in every inkling |
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A forest fire sideways thinking |
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The trick's all tried |
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A thousand times |
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To wrestle down the wind |
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You fade in the haze of the opening road |
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I fought for you once but I must let go |
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'Cause how many years can you keep this hope? |
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Too many other cats are craving. |
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They're polishing their claws and saying |
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In 15 words what took me words |
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To hang my name upon |
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Accrue flowed the eyes |
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As you rapidly slung |
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Over the Yellowstone cliffs |
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To the home that he loved |
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He sees this disease till you're all used up |
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Consoling every unpaid artist |
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The chance to finish what they started |
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Another Sunday Psalm |