| I hitched a ride to a desert town
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| (I never planned this trip)
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| I saw my past in the sun like a tongue
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| (that slowly dripped)
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| People faced me with Lazarus eyes
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| They were red and dazed like fat horse flies
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| I was lost in twelve directions
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| I was searching for my own reflection
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| In a desert town I found
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| A future old and broke like Roman ruins
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| I been turned around it’s true
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| The postage past is due
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| This heat is twisted like a knife
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| I got the picture but I lost the frame
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| (Where did it begin)
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| Thought I was holy but that’s not the case
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| I’m just too tired to sin
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| Sun glistening like a frightened fist
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| This latitude doesn’t exist
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| In a desert town I found
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| Nothing is going to be the way it should
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| What I thought I lost I could get back
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| Take the blade and hack my way back to another day
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| Instant that, instant this, instant that, instant this. |
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| In a desert town I found
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| A future old and broke like Roman ruins
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| I been turned around it’s true
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| The postage past is due
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| This heat is twisting like a knife
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| In a desert town the sound
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| Whispers like like the women at the well
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| In this dry high wind I bend
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| Like a cactus in the sand
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| I’m waiting, waiting for your hand |