| These black eyed dandelions
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| Have a taste for sweet
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| Never sharing with the dogs
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| Some are born to vanity
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| They see six but I see three
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| Who keeps marking on my walls?
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| Forever is an August choked with dirty weeds
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| Dreaming some foggy dawn
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| Sometimes you leave the sunshine
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| And sometimes it leaves you
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| Just a reaction to the cold
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| Now the brambles have all gone dry
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| Burnt and blackened by the sun
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| Into this darkling away let’s fly
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| Badlands here we come
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| Badlands, Badlands here we come
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| There’s words you say in bedrooms
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| Words you say when lost a sea
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| What will your truth become
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| And if my words were daggers
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| There’d be nothing to repeat
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| Just a cop telling people «move along»
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| Now the brambles have all gone dry
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| Burnt and blackened by the sun
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| Into this darkling away let’s fly
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| Badlands here we come
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| Badlands, Badlands here we come
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| Another jewel in the outlaws crown
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| Another weary memory
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| Something wicked has rolled into town
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| New rope swinging in the breeze
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| In the space between black and sky
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| In this hollows purple eve
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| Behind a screen door bids goodbye
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| Incantations to believe
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| The coward counts his money
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| In the back room of his soul
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| A dirty end to a darker need
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| The singer can’t stop cry’n
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| Though he never stops his song
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| Sing along, sing along
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| Sing along, sing along |