| It should have been so soft, this morning as we left
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| But the valley was infected, by a different kind of beauty
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| And the Indians they knew, it was a devil’s sanctuary
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| Out of this unholy dawn, a car came stirring up the sand
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| And a woman from a passion play
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| Held up the limousine that brought me
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| All this way today. |
| And I didn’t need to turn around
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| So strong was the message, and the man who planned her life
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| Commanded all that followed: Well they bellowed, and they hollered
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| And they threw each other down, down in this valley
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| This cruel and lovely valley, Oh it should have been an alley
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| In some low down part of town
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| As the lights came up, there was no sun
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| And brandy splattered all over the ground
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| As this woman with her head held high
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| Yelled love and why oh why, you’re killing me oh follow me-
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| As I watched safe and clean, from the frosted windows of that limousine
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| Well they bellowed and they hollered, and they threw each other down
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| Down in this valley, this cruel and lovely valley
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| Oh it sould have been an alley, in some low down part of town
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| Before he’d been so funny, imagining the best:
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| That he’d escaper recrimination, for abandoning the nest
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| He’d been joking and stoned, while he was entertaining me
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| But then turned and was stunned, by her panic and her misery
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| And I was in the get-away car
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| Giving him a chance, to get away
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| Get away, get away
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| And how the valley smoked, as he crossed Route 25
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| With his cymbals and his shattered crown, leaving all alone
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| His eyes fixed on the ground. |
| And he didn’t even turn around
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| So strong was the message, and he fell into the shallow sky
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| And was swallowed
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| Well they bellowed and they hollered, and they threw each other down
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| Down in this valley, this cruel and lovely valley
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| Well it should have been an alley, In some low down part of town |