| Drive By Truckers
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| Brighter Than Creation’s Dark
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| The Monument Valley
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| It’s all about where you put the horizon
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| Said the Great John Ford to the young man rising
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| You got to frame it just right and have some luck of course
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| And it helps to have a tall man sitting on the horse
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| Tell them just enough to still leave them some mystery
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| A grasp of the ironic nature of history
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| A man turns his back on the comforts of home
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| The Monument Valley to ride off alone
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| And when the dust all settles and the story is told
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| History is made by the side of the road
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| By the men and women that can persevere
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| And rage through the storm, no matter how severe
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| And whether it’s a horse or a car or a train
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| There’s gonna be some fine times and there’s gonna be some pain
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| In the end it’s a silhouette framed by the sun
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| And just The Monument Valley when the evening comes
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| It’s a strong wind blowing on the open range
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| It’s gonna be beautiful and it’s gonna be strange
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| It’s where to plant the camera and when to say action
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| When to print the legend and when to leave the facts in
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| And when to turn your back on the comforts of home
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| And wander round The Monument Valley alone |