| It’s midnight at a liquor store in Texas
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| Beneath the neon, close up’s just begun
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| When a boy walks in the door and points a pistol
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| He can’t find a job but man, he’s found a gun
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| But a change of heart before there’s confrontation
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| Lets the old man live and run out in the street
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| But he knows that soon they’ll come with guns a blazing
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| And already he can feel a great relief
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| Oh, how many travelers get weary
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| Bearing both their burdens and their scars?
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| Don’t you think they’d love to stop complaining
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| And fly like eagles, out among the stars?
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| He pictures the arrival of the cruisers
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| Sees that old familiar anger in their eyes
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| He knows that when they’re shooting at this loser
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| They’ll be aiming at the demons in their lives
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| Oh, how many travelers get weary
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| Bearing both their burdens and their scars?
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| Don’t you think they’d love to stop complaining
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| And fly like eagles, out among the stars?
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| The evening news, it carries all the details
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| He dies in every living room in town
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| And in his home, a bottle’s thrown in anger |
| And his father cries, «We'll never live this down»
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| Oh, how many travelers get weary
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| Bearing both their burdens and their scars?
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| Don’t you think they’d love to stop complaining
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| And fly like eagles out among the stars
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| Oh, oh, and fly like eagles out among the stars? |