| To the east the factories stand
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| Like fire-breathing dragons against the sky
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| And from their throats a scarlet river
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| Burns itself into smoky lullabies
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| Over neon and fluorescent skies
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| Valerie, can you hear those engines drone
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| I wanted to go to Mexico
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| But I’m stranded here alone
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| And once I knew a true love
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| It’s been three years since he’s gone
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| And if I could get that feeling back
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| I’d give up everything I own
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| 16 days since I left Corona
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| And I traveled to this carnival town near Alberndeel
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| And I rode the coaster there on the fairground
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| Twisted backbone of a beast that never heals
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| And I left some skin on fortune’s wheel
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| Valerie, can you hear those engines drone
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| I wanted to go to Mexico
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| But I’m stranded here alone
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| And once I knew a true love
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| It’s been three years since he’s gone
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| And if I could get that feeling back
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| I’d give up everything I own
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| Everything’s in slow motion now
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| In this little border town
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| I’ve come so close from so far
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| Just to hide behind these windows here
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| From the world outside
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| I watch those cars and trucks raise trails of dust
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| Down the road as they pass by
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| Valerie, can you hear those engines drone
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| I wanted to go to Mexico
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| But I’m stranded here alone
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| And once I knew a true love
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| It’s been three years since he’s gone
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| And if I could get that feeling back
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| I’d give up everything I own
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| Everything I own
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| Everything I own
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| Everything I own |