| Albuquerque will be there in the morning
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| Purple mountains will rise up from the floor
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| After that you can just lift up the curtain
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| And the whole world will be there at your door
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| Down the road you see the heat waves a waving
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| All the signs are telling you where to go And for you, this is a bold invitation
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| It’s all you need, you don’t need any more
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| Those wheels are turning once again
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| Now the sun is rising out of the ocean
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| Diesel trucks are flying by on the shore
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| Yes that’s your spirit inside you just waiting
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| It’s time to move, now that much you must know
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| Step outside and take a breath of the morning (step outside the door)
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| And the wind will tell you which way to go You are the needle on the compass for certain
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| The missing map has come back to your door
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| Those wheels are turning once again
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| Thunder in the canyon waking up the night (waking up the night)
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| Black crow with an indigo glow on the highway
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| Albuquerque will be there in the morning
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| Purple mountains will rise up from the floor
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| After that you can just lift up that curtain
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| And the whole world will be there at your door
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| Those wheels are turning once again
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| Thunder in the canyon waking up the night (waking up the night)
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| Black crow with an indigo glow on the highway
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| Barking in the canyon waking up the night
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| Black crow with an indigo glow on the highway
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| Those wheels are turning once again
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| They’ve always been your truest friend |