| And in the evening when the day goes down
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| She leaves the bright house lights
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| Stands and watches with her coat pulled around
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| At torches light the western skies
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| Sometimes she thinks she knows him just too well
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| Other times not much at all
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| They live their lives in some familiar spell
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| And catch each other when they fall
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| Nothing lasts, well she knows, try to hang on
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| When it’s gone, you’ll be burned
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| Fashions and friends come and go
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| Everyone travels that road in their turn
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| She wants to run out where the day meets the night
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| Far beyond these midwest farms
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| But she’ll be with him till the day she finds
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| A stranger lying in her arms |