| Broken glass, rusty nails where the wild violets grow
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| Say goodbye to the railroad, the mad dogs of summer
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| And everything that I know
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| What some men will do here for diamonds
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| What some men will do here for gold
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| They’re wounded but they just keep on climbing
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| And sleep by the side of the road
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| There’s a hole in the ladder, a fence we can climb
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| Mad as a hatter, you’re thin as a dime
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| Go out to the meadow, the hills are a-green
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| Sing me a rainbow, steal me a dream
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| Small-time Napoleon’s shattered his knees
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| But he stays in the saddle for Rose
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| And all his disciples, they shave in the gutter
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| And they gather what’s left of his clothes
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| What some men will do here for diamonds
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| What some men will do here for gold
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| They’re wounded but they just keep on climbing
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| And sleep by the side of the road |