| We’re driving through the canyons
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| Singing songs from the sixties
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| The telephone rang, she said
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| «Babe, do ya miss me?»
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| And ain’t it a shame not to love
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| The one you’re with
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| Well, she spoke with the prettiest mouth
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| And she scorned me
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| She sharpened her teeth
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| And flashed them to warn me
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| Said, «Ain't it a shame when you hate
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| The one you loved?»
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| Hey, it couldn’t be me
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| It couldn’t be me
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| No, they’re mining your dreams
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| He don’t look a thing like me
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| See, I dated this rich girl
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| With a mother of pearl
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| Who paid rent in her high rise
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| The weight of the world
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| And ain’t it a shame when you’re exchanging
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| All your brand new gifts
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| And after a night on the floor
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| She put the chain on her door
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| I wore out my welcome
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| I guess she got bored
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| 'Cause she laid eyes on my brother
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| And laid him across my bed
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| And it couldn’t be me
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| It couldn’t be me
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| No, they’re mining your dreams
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| He don’t look a thing like me
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| Well, it sounds like rain
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| And here, that’s a rare thing
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| Out here in this desert
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| We’re stealing our water
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| From a hole in a mountain
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| That flows to the affordable homes
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| And from a faucet, it drips
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| So we’ll clean up the messes
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| The others have left us
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| Well I think they blessed us
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| There’s a chain on my door
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| But I’m in love with the one I’m with
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| Hey, it couldn’t be me
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| It couldn’t be me
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| No, they’re mining your dreams
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| He don’t look a thing like me
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| And it couldn’t be me
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| No, it couldn’t be me
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| No, they’re mining your dreams
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| He don’t look a thing like me |