| Down there by the river is a man
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| Whose horn is twisted into shapes
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| Unknown to the wicked and the wise
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| And he bears the look of an animal
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| Who’s seen things no animal should ever see
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| He has been driven beyond all towns
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| And all the systems until now though it is
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| Long past too far he keeps going
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| Because it’s a desert
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| Because it’s a desert
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| We come to the river
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| We’ll walk away from all this now
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| We come to the water
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| We’ll walk away from all this now
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| She first saw him he was standing in the doorway
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| Illuminated from behind by a light
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| Though imaginary posses chased them
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| To these distant adobes
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| Standing on the cliffs today
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| I thought I saw you below
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| My shadow growing smaller
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| It’s a desert because
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| Because it’s a desert
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| They’ll be asking me about you forever
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| I guess
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| We come to the river
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| We’ll walk away from all this now
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| We come to the water
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| We’ll walk away from all this now
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| Long coats on the prairie
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| Lying in the dust
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| Who can I turn to?
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| Who can I trust?
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| Were you walking on the water?
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| Playing in the sun?
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| But the world is turning faster
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| Than it did when I was young
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| When I was young
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| When I was young
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| Oh, when I was young I was a wild, wild one |