| I met her at a racetrack
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| It was right before some concert
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| On a blanket selling bracelets
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| She was searching for a sponsor
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| I moved her to Montana
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| We hung on for several summers
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| It got druggie and we crumbled
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| But still I never haven’t loved her
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| When you panic in the city
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| It feels like one too many walls
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| When it thunders in the canyon
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| You get the feeling you’re too small
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| I washed up and I wandered
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| I did whatever business looked the best
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| I found a savior then I lost him
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| Had a kid and all the rest
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| Then the doctor left a message
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| Said we’re looking at these numbers from your test
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| When you’re lonely on the prairie
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| There’s still a couple people you can call
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| When it thunders in the canyon
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| You get the feeling you’re too small
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| The detective was expensive
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| But he thought it was something he could solve
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| Found her serving breakfast
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| In a café in the Skyway in St. Paul
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| When we got to the Twin Cities
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| I said, «Man, I know some songs about this place»
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| When they swept up all the empties, the parties always seemed like such a waste
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| When you panic in the city
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| It feels like one too many walls
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| (One too many walls)
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| There’s an absence in the middle
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| The people are all high or in withdrawal
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| (High or in withdrawal)
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| When you’re lonely on the prairie
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| There’s still a couple people you can call
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| (People you can call)
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| When it thunders in the canyon
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| You get the feeling you’re too small
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| When they’re down there on the blankets
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| You can see the lifetime in their eyes
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| You can purchase what they offer
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| Or see if they’ve got something on the side
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| You live your whole life
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| Just to travel to the place you’re gonna die
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| You travel your whole life
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| Just to get out to the place you’re gonna die |