| Motel in the middle
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| Of a field full of oil wells
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| With a swimming pool blue as the sky
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| Blacktop is smokin'
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| The earth’s broken open
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| We’re so far away from goodbye
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| But goodbye is hummin'
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| Out on the horizon
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| Past all the shimmerin' heat
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| We know it’s comin'
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| There’s no use in cryin'
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| I might get bitter but you’ll always be sweet
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| Light falls on white walls
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| In ladders and we’re all
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| Wrapped up in a up-up-and-away
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| Trusty old dusk
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| He approaches on crutches
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| And runs off what’s left of the day
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| Goodbye is spoken
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| There’s no more horizon
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| The sirens all sing on the street
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| The bottle is broken
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| The red flames are risin'
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| I might get bitter but you’ll always be sweet
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| I’ll fly over you and I’ll look down
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| And I’ll wonder who’s keeping you warm tonight
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| Won’t get over you but I’ll go on and on
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| Past the horizon 'til I’m out of sight
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| Motel in the middle
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| Of a field full of oil wells
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| With a swimming pool blue as I’ll be
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| At the end of the winter
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| When there’s ice at the center
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| Of the young man that used to be me
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| Goodbyes and goodnights
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| And good lucks and hold tights
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| Shattered like glass 'round my feet
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| Someday I might
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| Get bitter, it’s alright
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| But you will always be sweet
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| You, you will always be sweet
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| You, you will always be sweet |