| He rolled into Reno with a flat tire and matches
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| All his clothes soaked in fumes
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| Oil and blood were his tools
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| He’d heard a few stories
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| Of premium interest
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| Couldn’t turn his back on it yet
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| He had friends he could hound
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| He didn’t notice the slipping away of something
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| He didn’t hear it until there was no one around
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| She fell into Phoenix, with barely a presence
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| Hard rain followed her onto the highways
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| Her daughter Carol was sleeping and the streetlights were curious
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| Who w this woman who keeps her headlights off?
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| She didn’t notice the slipping away of something
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| She didn’t hear it until there was no one around
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| She said I want to ride out of this valley
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| Feel the cool wind, of my fate
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| I know that new fears will begin tomorrow
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| But tonight I’ll think only on the absence of things
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| Ooh ooh…
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| The cool night was weeping a torrent against them
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| She was feeling some remorse as she slid down the road
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| Her pockets were empty and his weren’t that heavy
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| But they both had to run, for something they could nab
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| She bows for the future, he bows for the calf
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| He said I want to ride out of this valley
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| Feel the cool wind of my fate
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| I know that new fears will begin tomorrow
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| But tonight I’ll think only on the absence of things
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| I want to ride out of this valley
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| Feel the cool wind of my fate
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| Knowing that I will be everything around me
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| And everything around me will complete me too
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| Knowing that I will be everything around me
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| And everything around me will complete me too |