| Well, the wind is howling through my soul
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| As we take the spiral train down
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| Descend once again
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| Into the murky depths below
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| Well, I’ve fallen into this water world
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| Drawn by troubles untold
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| A finger breaks into the world outside
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| Draws back again to curl up and sigh
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| Dream on cowboy, it’s a dream
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| A whole lotta love and a whole lotta hate
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| All messed up just ready to break
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| Dream on cowboy, yeah, dream
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| Well, I didn’t have no alibi
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| Can’t you hear the angels weep as I cry?
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| A whole lotta love and a whole lotta hate
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| All messed up just ready to break
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| Can’t you hear the angels weep?
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| Can’t you hear the angels weep?
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| There’s a whole lotta work to be done
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| And you won’t find rest under the sun
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| So dream on, dream on, cowboy
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| We go far away from another world
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| The lonesome prairie trail
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| Another smoking gun on the floor
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| Me curled up, wounded once more
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| God knows no fashion, fashion is no God
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| So dream on cowboy of the open plain
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| Dream on cowboy all through the rain
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| Dream on cowboy, dream on cowboy
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| She’s a rockabilly gurl |