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I'm Don Juan's reckless daughter |
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I came out two days on your tail |
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Those two bald-headed days in November |
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Before the first snowflakes sail |
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Out on the vast and subtle plains of mystery |
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A split tongued spirit talks |
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Noble as a nickle chief |
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Striking up an old juke box |
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And he says: |
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"Snakes along the railroad tracks" |
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He says, "Eagles in jet trails... |
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Coils around feathers and talons on scales... |
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Gravel under the belly plates..." |
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He says, "Wind in the Wings..." |
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He says, "Big bird dragging it's tail in the dust... |
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Snake kite flying on a string" |
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I come from open prairie |
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Given some wisdom and a lot of jive! |
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Last night the ghost of my old ideas |
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Reran on channel five |
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And it howled so spooky for it's eagle soul |
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I nearly broke down and cried |
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But the split tongue spirit laughed at me |
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He says, "Your serpent cannot be denied" |
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Our serpents love the whisky bars |
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They love the romance of the crime |
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But didn't I see a neon sign |
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Fester on your hotel blind |
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And a country road comes off the wall |
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And swoop down on the crowd at the bar |
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And put me at the top of your danger list |
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Just for being so much like you are! |
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You're a coward against the altitude- |
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You're a coward against the flesh- |
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Coward-caught between yes and no |
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Reckless on the line this time for yes, yes, yes! |
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Reckless brazen in the play |
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Of your changing traffic lights |
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Coward-slinking down the hall |
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To another restless night |
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As we center behind the eight ball |
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And as we rock between the sheets |
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As we siphon the colored language |
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Off the farms and the streets |
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Here in Good-Old-God-Save-America |
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The home of the brave and the free |
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We are all hopelessly oppressed cowards |
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Of some duality |
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Of restless multiplicity |
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(Oh say can you see) |
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Restless for streets and honkey tonks |
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Restless for home and routine |
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Restless for country-safety-and her |
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Restlessness sweeps like fire and rain |
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Over virgin wilderness |
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It prowls like hookers and thieves |
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Through bolt locked tenements |
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Behind my bolt locked door |
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The eagle and the serpent are at war in me |
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The serpent fighting for blind desire |
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The eagle for clarity |
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What strange prizes these battles bring |
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These hectic joys-these weary blues |
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Puffed up and strutting when I think I win |
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Down and shaken when I think I lose |
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There are rivets up here in this eagle |
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There are box cars down there on your snake |
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And we are twins of spirit |
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No matter which route home we take |
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Or what we forsake |
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We're going to come up to the eyes of clarity |
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And we'll go down to the beads of guile |
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There is danger and education |
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In living out such a reckless life style |
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I touched you on the central plains |
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It was plane to train my twin |
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It was just plane shadow to train shadow |
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But it felt like skin to skin |
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The spirit talks in spectrums |
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He talks to mother earth to father sky |
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Self indulgence to self denial |
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Man to woman |
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Scales to feathers |
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You and I |