| We headed straight south in a sundown light
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| On highway 61 through the delta night
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| We shared the backroads with cardsharks and grifters
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| Tent show evangelists and Luke the Drifter
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| What is lost what is missing
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| What’s been gone way too long
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| We had dreams when the night was young
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| We were believers when the night was young
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| We could change the world stop the war
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| Never seen nothing like this before
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| But that was back when the night was young
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| Sign reads God Bless America guns and ammo
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| I’m not sure that’s what He means
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| Sign reads repent the end is near
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| I’m not sure that’s what we need
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| Get your heart beating in the right direction
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| That’s when you make a real connection
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| We had dreams when the night was young
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| We were believers when the night was young
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| We could change the world stop the war
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| Never seen nothing like this before
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| But that was back when the night was young
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| Now Andy Warhol’s in the hotel lobby
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| He’s waiting for the late night muse
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| But she won’t be back before morning
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| She’s gone downtown to hear some blues
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| Like the sun rising out of the sea
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| It’s how you embrace the mystery
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| We had dreams when the night was young
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| We were believers when the night was young
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| We could change the world stop the war
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| Never seen nothing like this before
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| But that was way back when the night was young |