| And the wind it tore through the atmosphere
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| And the air filled with dust
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| Such a far collection within every direction
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| Some places I’ve already been
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| And no, drive slow,
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| Loneliness too many things have changed
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| And no, I just don’t look at things the same way now
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| Since we parted ways
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| Out in the space, I’m alone with
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| The only hum of the wheels, they are carrying me
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| On to a wild space to breathe in,
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| Oh I need it, a wild space to breathe in, whole
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| And the sun went down in this little ghost town
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| Near the valley of the rio grande
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| I need a little bit of whiskey and a little bit of time
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| To ease my troubled mind
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| Lost love and loneliness, so many things have changed
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| And no, I just don’t look at things the same way now
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| Since we parted ways out in the space,
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| I’m alone with the only hum of the wheels,
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| They are carrying me on to a wild space to breathe in,
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| Oh on to a wild place to breathe in,
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| Whole out in the space,
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| I’m alone with the with the only hum of the wheels,
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| They are carrying me on to a wild space to breathe in,
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| Oh on to a wild place to breathe in,
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| Whole out in the space. |