| Hair blowing in the hot wind
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| Time hanging from a clothespin
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| There’s no sorrow that the sun’s not gonna heal
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| I smell the leather of your new car
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| Drive through the desert after nightfall
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| Sleep on the shoulder, keep the stars all to ourselves
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| The kind of love that makes my back hurt
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| Wearin' nothing but a T-shirt
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| She’s turning over on a mattress made of air
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| I close my eyes and see a staircase
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| Leading upwards into blank space
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| All of creation makes a sound too soft to hear
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| So I remain between her legs
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| Sheltered from all my fears
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| While bikers glide by highway shrines
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| Where pilgrims disappear
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| I know that trouble’s been your good friend
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| Kept you company on the weekends
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| Kept you company even once your mind was made
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| You said, it’s over and it’s finished
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| Now a headache’s all you’re left with
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| We’re no different, I’ve got debts I’d like to pay
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| We should move to Sausalito
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| Living’s easy on a house boat
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| Let the ocean rock us back and forth to sleep
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| And in the morning when the sunrise
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| Look in the water, see the blue sky
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| As if heaven has been laid there at our feet
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| So we remain between these waves
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| Sheltered for all our years
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| While bikers glide by highway shrines
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| Where pilgrims disappear
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| Where time takes icebergs
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| Where fields burn westward
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| Where pilgrims disappear |