| The moon won’t rise
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| It turns to dust in my eyes
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| Dust in my eyes, dust in my eyes
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| Dust in my eyes, dust in my eyes
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| In the Canyon, getting hard to see the light
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| Bring the lantern, setting fire to the night
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| The water’s still dry
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| I can’t get the mud from my eyes
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| Mud from my eyes, mud from my eyes
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| Dust in my eyes, dust in my eye
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| In the Canyon, getting hard to see the light
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| Bring a lantern, setting a fire to the night
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| In the Canyon, getting hard to see the light
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| Bring a lantern, setting fire to the night
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| The cold dark bites
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| The pair of things in my sight
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| Dust in my eyes, dust in my eyes
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| Dust in my eyes, things in my sight
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| In the Canyon, getting hard to see the light
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| Bring a lantern, setting a fire to the night
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| In the Canyon, getting hard to see the light
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| Bring a lantern, setting a fire to the night
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| In the Canyon, getting hard to see the light
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| Bring a lantern, setting a fire to the night
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| In the Canyon, getting hard to see the light
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| Bring a lantern, setting a fire to the night
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| In the Canyon, getting hard to see the light
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| Bring a lantern, setting a fire to the night
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| In the Canyon, getting hard to see the light
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| Bring a lantern, setting a fire to the night |