| Going back to the desert
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| Arizona sun beat down
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| Getting sick of my troubles
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| Tired of this scuffling round
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| 'Cause living in dead city
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| There ain’t no peace around
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| Saw a man on the corner
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| Holding out his hand
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| No home nor money
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| This ain’t how he’d planned
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| Rotting here in this dead city doin' the best he can
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| Going back to the canyons
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| Fish in a mountain stream
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| Get a start with a new life
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| Cut loose from all I’d been
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| Get away from dead city
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| Where the police sirens scream
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| There’s blood on the sidewalk
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| Another baby killed today
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| All the gangs taking over
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| And the drugs gonna be here to stay
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| All the crime in dead city gonna take my life away
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| Going back to the campgrounds
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| And I hope it won’t be long
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| Let the earth be my mother
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| Something to make me strong
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| Get away from that dead city
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| Where they don’t know right from wrong |