| Bright future, bright pink
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| Bright light in my eyes, oh, this desert’s a tease
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| Giant heart, down in this dust
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| Fell to the earth at a fascinating speed
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| Well, further up in the ponderosa
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| The nervous coyotes caterwauling, their choruses foreboding
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| And couldn’t you’ve stayed on the ground?
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| Couldn’t you have stayed on your feet?
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| But your mind was wound so tightly
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| Always bold and wise and unsettling
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| I live in your tall trees, amongst your fearless leaves
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| Saw the bright colors, bright future
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| The night is patient, the night’s a glass dome
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| The night is still and cold but this desert can turn
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| Your restless mind was born in a flash
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| And you lived in these clouds with lightning in your feet
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| And yes, your mind was wound so tightly
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| Always bold and wise and unsettling
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| I live in your tall trees, amongst your fearless leaves
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| Saw the bright colors, bright future |