| Rangy coyote run from a ghetto bird in the smog
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| A peaceful eater of berries with a heart of down
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| Vainly looking for love, love, but only finding a fight
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| With the killers of rabbits and the chaparral bums
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| In the sage to find a shivering fawn
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| A little something to hang his hopes on
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| He’s the breather of fog now, and a lover of light
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| He’s ghost in the canyon, both a dog and a deer
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| He’s a singer of a sad song who only wanted to be
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| A piece of the story, a part of our movie
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| Across the scrub, the lights of Avalon
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| A little something to hang his hopes on
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| Vainly looking for love, love, but only finding a fight
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| With the killers of rabbits and the chaparral bums
|
| Rangy coyote run from a ghetto bird in the smog
|
| A peaceful eater of berries with a heart of down
|
| In the sage to find a shivering fawn
|
| A little something to hang his hopes on |