| «Come on man,» she said, «We have to leave this town
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| I can’t stand another day without the rain»
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| I said, «We'll leave now, you can pack our things
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| Let me get the bill, and I can make it straight»
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| It was same as yesterday
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| We’d been gone, and the miles stretched down the long road
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| We moved as fast as we could
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| Through the heat of the desert
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| And cruelty of that Buick’s seat, just to keep on
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| That night we laid on the floor of the desert
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| But I could barely sleep, yeah, I had this dream
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| There was a man in a black car, with a man in the back seat
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| And I woke up in a cold sweat, with her lying next to me
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| We sat on the corner
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| Of Memphis and 53rd
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| As they filled the tank, we had a drink
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| She whispered, «Let's get moving»
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| The next night we laid on the floor of the desert
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| But I still couldn’t sleep
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| There was a man in a black car, with a man in the backseat
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| And I’d wake up in cold sweat, with her lying next to me |