| She stares out her window
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| At the west Texas sky
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| Watching the sun sinking low
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| Now the desert lies empty
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| Just like her life
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| A wild flower with no place to grow
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| Her heart’s like those wide open spaces
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| The years have left traces
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| Of long lost lovers gone by
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| And each day she faces wide open spaces
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| By counting her heartaches
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| With each tear she cries
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| She once was a queen
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| From the last chance cafe
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| To the main road out of town
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| Now she waits for her memories
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| That never arrive
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| She is lost and she’ll never be found
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| Her heart’s like those wide open spaces
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| The years have left traces
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| Of long lost lovers gone by
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| And each day she faces wide open spaces
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| Counting her heartaches
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| With each tear she cries
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| Now the desert lies empty
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| Just like her life
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| A wild flower with no place to grow
|
| Her heart’s like those wide open spaces
|
| The years have left traces
|
| Of long lost lovers gone by
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| And each day she faces those wide open spaces
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| By counting her heartaches
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| With each tear she cries |