| We just can’t help it so we do it again
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| We just gun the gas and let the wheels spin
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| It’s true and I’ve heard it said
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| We’re not so very far from the back of our heads
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| And the moon shines high over Tucson
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| Over waters that were long ago dried
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| Cause the moon don’t care if the water’s not there
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| It’s high tide
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| Isn’t it physical, and we can’t pretend
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| That we know where this starts and where this thing ends
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| It’s a mystery and we don’t know why
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| So we just breathe in deep and close our eyes
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| And the moon shines high over Tucson
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| Over waters that were long ago dried
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| Cause the moon don’t care if the water’s not there
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| It still tries
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| It calls to the water and it calls to the land
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| It calls to the hearts of women and men
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| It calls to the water and it calls to the land
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| It calls to the hearts of women and men
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| Isn’t it a pity, isn’t it a shame
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| That so much of what we are we won’t call by name
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| And it’s crazy in little ways
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| In the light of each and every full phase
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| And the moon shines high over Tucson
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| Over waters that were long ago dried
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| Cause the moon don’t care if the water’s not there
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| It’s high tide
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| And the moon shines high |