| I’ve gone running from the devil, at times I’ve beaten down his path
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| I’ve seen the fight of the dove and I’ve stumbled my way back
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| Miles and miles of interstate, nights not meant to last
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| I can take this road all the way to Tulsa, but I cannot stop my yearning for you
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| They say a simple life’s the best, but you would never know
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| The way we complicate this world, lions' king, the lamb lies low
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| All I wanted was your love, the taste of your sweet kiss
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| The river may flow deep and wide but I cannot stop my longing for this
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| So meet me on Red Mountain, lace of laurel, bed of moss
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| Where the wind’s forever howling beneath that Northern Cross
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| When that final deal goes down I’ll gladly pay the cost
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| If my sould could be a station high upon that northern cross
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| Then I would have a bird’s eye view, I’d watch you night and day
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| In casting off my mortal self, maybe all this yearning will go away
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| Oh meet me on Red Mountain, lace of laurel, bed of moss
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| Where the wind’s forever howling beneath that Northern Cross |
| Old memories have faded, nearly all of them are lost
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| Except for your face shining beneath that Northern Cross. |