| In this dusty little railroad town
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| Smack in the heart of the bible belt
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| Where nothing ever changes
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| While nothing remains the same
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| When first I saw the raven
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| Lean against the wind
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| I said who’s the girl
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| With the tattoo on her skin
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| I followed her home
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| She lives down by the water
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| My friend Teddy told me She’s the Frenchman’s daughter
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| On this day of reckoning
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| I’m riding shotgun with you
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| Tangled twisted strands of love
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| Hanging from above
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| I’m burnin for you
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| Burnin for you
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| We were first time lovers
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| In a secret rendezvous
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| Burnin, burnin
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| Burnin for you
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| When I come knocking on her front door
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| The neighbour said she don’t live there no more
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| Well she moved from the country
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| down to the city
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| Where the scene was dark
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| And the street was gritty
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| In the hustle and bustle and all the commotion
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| She got addicted to the locomotion
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| On this day of reckoning
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| By the old wooden bridge
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| I wait for you
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| Tangled twisted strands of love
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| Hanging from above
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| I remember the smell of the burning leaves
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| And we were making love
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| She was like a young Georgia O’Keefe
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| From another time
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| In an old abandoned railroad shack
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| On should never go Where anything can happen
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| When the zephyr blows
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| On this day of reckoning
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| I’m calling to you
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| Tangled twisted strands of love
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| Hanging from above
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| The phone rings she said
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| I can’t tell you where I’m calling from
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| Cause my papa’s on the lam
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| For something shady that he’s done
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| There hangs a tale of love
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| For the first time
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| For the first time |