| On a sunset I-10 mile lies a body beneath a sheet
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| The orange sky don’t seem to mind but I’m on the edge of my seat
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| There’s ten thousand auto lights dead stopped in dirty Tucson heat
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| We crane our necks to get a glimpse, and ride on by while I nurse defeat
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| Nurse defeat
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| It’s that same old sinking feeling, that blows on in from time to time
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| The only consolation comes tying despair to a rhyme
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| And knowing some are at home working, raising kids and saying prayers
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| Unaware of modern science, they may be wrong but I don’t care
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| They pray for Tucson, they pray for me
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| They pray these roads lead home and won’t take us too far
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| Take us too far
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| Well we get these years to play with and I’ve been game to roll the dice
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| But lately staring in the mirror has been showing me the price
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| Of all the reckless toxic gambling; |
| having my fate hang from a string
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| The lonesome nights with pills and powders, the fuel I pretend helps me sing
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| So pray for Tucson, pray for me
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| Pray these roads lead home and won’t take us too far
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| Pray for Tucson, pray for me
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| I hope your faith is what will carry me
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| If there’s something past those stars
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| Cause the spell breaks every time I see those funeral cars
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| Or when they throw the floodlights on and I’m left stranded at the bar
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| I spend so many nights tempting fate with this guitar but I’m coming home
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| So pray for Tucson, pray for me
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| Pray these roads lead home and won’t take us too far
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| Pray for Tucson, pray for me
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| Pray these roads lead home and won’t take us too far
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| Pray for Tucson, pray for me
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| Pray for Tucson
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| I hope your faith is what will carry me
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| If there’s something past those stars
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| Pray for me |