| That night we drank wine from the crazy well.
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| Shot a shotgun out the window of our automobile.
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| We was young, we was wild
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| and we sure had our fun. |
| Until the sheriff caught
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| up with us and we tried to run. |
| Now we return to Earth on borrowed wings
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| lifted from the shoulders of sweet dreaming angels.
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| Now the world beyond the world we never will reach, 'cause you can’t
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| get to heaven on no… borrowed wings. |
| Now Lucinda here
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| she once ran a fine beauty parlor, 'til her boyfriend got twenty
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| years for robbing them liquor stores. |
| She took some pills
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| in a motel room a mile from his prison cell. |
| Then she sank like
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| a stone to the blue bottom of the swimming pool.
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| Now she returns to Earth on borrowed wings lifted from the shoulders of sweet dreaming angels. |
| Now the world beyond the world she never will reach,
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| 'cause you can’t get to heaven on no… borrowed
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| wings. |
| Between a rock called heaven and a hard place called home,
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| we wander the shadows so restless and lonesome. |
| For in the fallow field where what’s reaped is what’s sewn there
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| lies a road to ruin and it’s paved with our tombstones. |
| So if you catch my reflection in a sheet of summer rain, pray tell
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| do remain silent for fear you’ll awaken them beautiful owners
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| of the wings that we bear for fear they’ll reclaim them and
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| send us back there. |
| For we return to Earth on borrowed wings
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| lifted from the shoulders of sweet dreaming angels. |
| Now the
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| world beyond the world we never will reach, 'cause you can’t
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| get to heaven on no… no borrowed wings. |