| There was always someone pulling the strings
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| In the old days when we were dancing and singing til our throats got sore
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| Who in their right mind would ever go and look for more?
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| This is now and that was all before
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| There was always someone watching us play
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| In our desert sandbox crying
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| When the wind blew sand in our eyes
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| Set aside a pile of sand whenever anyone died
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| Then one day we went out to explore
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| When we got snowed in Laramie
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| In the early days of May
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| There was something taking care of me
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| And you, wouldn’t you say?
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| There was always a story pointing the way
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| And we’d sit together reading and scratching our beards and our chins
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| Used to keep a running count of every woman’s loses and wins
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| We could be forgiven for not learning from our sins
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| When we got snowed in Laramie
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| In the early days of May
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| There was something taking care of me
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| And you, wouldn’t you say?
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| Oh the second singularity
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| Was a million miles away
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| But it wasn’t far enough away
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| And now we’re gonna pay
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| When we got snowed in Laramie
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| In the early days of May
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| There was something taking care of me
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| And you, wouldn’t you say?
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| And I know you’re not aware of me
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| We’re a million miles away
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| But we’re never far enough away
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| And now we’re gonna pay |