| Just me and a friend roamin' around
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| Him a magician and I was a clown
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| Playin' the streets for a dollar a day
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| Waitin' for the right time and a sign to lead the way
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| Crossed over the border to a mystical land
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| Sort of unexpected didn’t quite understand
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| On a razor’s edge on a grain of sand
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| Onward we wandered to the gates of oblivion
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| On a roll of the dice we headed out west
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| Where the sage and and the spice attracted us
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| Shadows fell down like a dark groping hand
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| Saw the teeth of the wolves and the blood of the lambs
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| On a turn of the cards I lightened my load
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| Throwing off fear for the weakness it holds
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| On target and calm the vision was clear
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| Beyond the mirage I took for granted was here
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| On a flip of the coins we rode the coast
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| Tryin' to make the most of every situation
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| That we witnessed near at hand
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| On a drifter’s crusade all over the land
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| Could it be in the stars in the passing of cars
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| At a table in the bar in a turn of the cards
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| In a change of your mind in the passing of time
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| In a ribbon of rhyme just down the line
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| Just me and a friend roamin' around
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| Him a magician I was a clown
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| Playin' the streets for a dollar a day
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| Waitin' for the right time and a sign to lead the way |