| Hear the trucks on the highway, And the tickin' of the clocks
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| There’s a ghost of a moon in the afternoon, Bullet holes in the mailbox
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| Bullet holes in the mailbox, Keyholes in my mind
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| Too long in the wasteland
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| Too long in the wasteland
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| I’ve fallin' behind
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| She said won’t you come see me, When the sun goes down
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| It’ll be just like the old days, When I used to let you hang around
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| Well I don’t know, I might not speak the language any more
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| Too long in the wasteland
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| Too long in the wasteland
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| I’ve closed some doors
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| People in the village, Watch the children play
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| At the sight of a stranger, They call the kids away
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| Just leave that man alone, I hear the mothers say
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| Too long in the wasteland
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| Too long in the wasteland
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| What’s made him that way
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| I hadn’t intended, To bend the rules
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| Whiskey don’t make liars, It just makes fools
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| So I didn’t mean to say it, But I meant what I said
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| Too long in the wasteland
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| Too long in the wasteland
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| Must have gone to my head
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| Jet trails in the sunset, a long way away
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| cuttin' cross the horizon, At the edge of the day
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| And it calls out to me, Come fly away, I’ve been
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| Too long in the wasteland
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| Too long in the wasteland
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| I believe I’ll have to stay
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| Too long in the wasteland
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| Too long in the wasteland
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| I’ll have to stay
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| There’s a ghost of a moon in the afternoon
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| Bullet holes in the mailbox
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| Bullet holes in the mailbox |