| Driving at night on Highway 25
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| Blindfolded I d know the way
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| Just over the rise like a jewel in the mountains
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| Shine the lights of Santa Fe
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| How many times have I come home to you
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| Just to have you turn me away
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| Oh you ve been betrayed by the ones that threw you
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| To the whims of the white man s way
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| But you show no resentment and you show know resistance
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| To the ones who ve done you wrong
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| Oh they ll hang themselves on their own fool existence
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| After the laughter is gone
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| Oh Santa Fe, city of faith
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| I did my time in an honorable way
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| And now there is a candle for each dream that breaks
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| In the Lights of Santa Fe
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| From the houses of mud to the governor s palace
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| Spirits walk the streets in the daylight
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| And some scream for blood, some bear no malice
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| For the ones who stole their birthright
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| Nai-ve tourist standing shoulder to shoulder
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| With wise and ancient souls
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| Oh the old way gets lost and the tracks grow colder
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| As the bell of St. Francis tolls
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| Oh Santa Fe, city of faith
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| I did my time in an honorable way
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| And now there is a candle for each dream that breaks
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| In the Lights of Santa Fe
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| There is a candle for each dream that breaks
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| In the Lights of Santa Fe |