| It’s the ways of her father
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| If she’s gonna change she hasn’t done it yet
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| And the desert is calling to me
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| Run before the final trap is set
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| All roads lead to the city
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| Where the dudes and the dykes all look the same
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| Lady lays out the pattern
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| With the parts of her body that seem tame
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| Death valley lives and Tracy isn’t sure what really gives
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| Act like a child and I’ll respond with my well-rehearsed farewell
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| Quoting the verse that you bought but weren’t quite prepared to sell
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| Saying I think I love you
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| Maybe I care
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| It’s not fair
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| Death valley lives and Tracy isn’t sure what really gives
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| And it’s a sore spot when the room’s burning hot
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| And the desert air just cannot bring you down
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| Still the bed’s warm but a cold arm
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| Keeps me floating inches off the ground
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| Death valley lives and Tracy isn’t sure what really gives
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| Go paint your toes wipe you nose and then come to say goodbye
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| And all along tell yourself I am wrong if I try
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| Crying sorry it’s over
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| I’m not to blame
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| What a game
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| Death valley lives now I’m not even sure what really gives |