| I’m gonna clear my head
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| I’m gonna drink that sun
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| The saddest sight my eyes can see
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| Is that big ball of orange sinking slyly down the trees
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| Sittin in a broken circle while you rest upon my knee
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| This perfect moment will soon be leaving me
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| Suzanne calls from Boston, the coffee’s hot, the corn is high
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| And that same sun that warms your heart will suck the good earth dry
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| With everything, it’s opposite enough to keep you crying
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| Or keep this old world spinning with a twinkle in its eye
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| Get out the map, get out the map and lay your finger anywhere down
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| We’ll leave the figuring to those we pass on our way out of town
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| Don’t drink the water, there seems to be something ailing everyone
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| I’m gonna clear my head
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| I’m gonna drink that sun
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| I’m gonna love you good and strong while our love is good and young
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| Joni left for South Africa a few years ago
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| And then Beth took a job all the way over on the West Coast
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| And me, I’m still trying to live half a life on the road
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| Seems I’m heavier by the year and heavier by the load
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| Why do we hurtle ourselves through every inch of time and space?
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| I must say around some corner, I can sense a resting place
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| With every lesson learned, a line upon your beautiful face
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| We’ll amuse ourselves one day with these memories we’ll trace
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| Get out the map, get out the map and lay your finger anywhere down
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| We’ll leave the figuring to those we pass on our way out of town
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| Don’t drink the water, there seems to be something ailing everyone
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| I’m gonna clear my head
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| I’m gonna drink that sun
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| I’m gonna love you good and strong while our love is good and young |