| Sierra, Sierra
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| Tell me where is this place you are from
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| You speak of a land
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| Filled with warm sea and sand
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| And the ladies who lie in the sun
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| Sierra, Sierra
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| Your distant lights fading away
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| Crossing those stars to the music and bars
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| Sierra, is it just like you say?
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| Sheep counting never worked well
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| Since the day that I fell
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| For your ****** dreams
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| Of a thousand this world’s so *******
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| And I’m pulsed to the wind
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| At the sight of the song and the sea
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| Strange cigarettes
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| Clothes so warm and so wet
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| You can see through so quite easily
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| Sierra, Sierra
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| Sierra, Sierra
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| Please tell me you’ll stay
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| Sierra, Sierra
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| Till night turns to day
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| I got so many dreams they can never run dry
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| My bedroom’s becoming a crates on the sky
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| Filled with dancing tequilas and chickens on spits
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| White-shirted waiters and girls with big tails
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| Love in the night in the ways of moonlight
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| Sierra, please tell me it fits |