| I dream with my eyes open
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| I see with my eyes closed
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| I watch through many windows
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| Heaven only knows
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| Some words can’t be spoken
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| Some things can’t be explained
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| Out when it gets lonesome
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| In the early summer rain
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| Black crow he’s the joker
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| Red rail hawk’s the king
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| Diamondback he’s the tax man
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| He don’t miss a thing
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| Out where there’s no forgiveness
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| Out where’s there’s no blame
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| Out where it’s gets lonesome
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| In the early summer rain
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| There’s wind down in these ditches
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| There’s red dust on the rye
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| But there’s storm up on the ridges
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| There’s a silver tear in my eyes
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| All I know is you my friend
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| Will not see my pain
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| Out where it gets lonesome
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| In the early summer rain
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| There’s a red flying horse by the roadside
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| Spreading his wings again
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| Me and him are gonna take a little ride
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| Hope we catch a good tail wind
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| Take me to the purple mountain
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| Where nobody knows my name
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| Out where it gets lonesome
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| In the early summer rain
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| There’s wind down in these ditches
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| There’s red dust on the rye
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| But there’s storm up on the ridges
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| There’s a silver tear in my eyes
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| All I know is you my friend
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| Will not see my pain
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| Out where it gets lonesome
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| In the early summer rain
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| All I know is you my friend
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| Will not see my pain
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| Out where it gets lonesome
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| In the early summer rain |