| The saddest eyes she wore
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| So longing and forlorn
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| That made me love you
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| More and more
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| The bluest heart she owns
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| As she gets more and more alone
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| As the deepest cello drones
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| The oldest yard-cat sings
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| Her mournful bellowing
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| From branches in the trees
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| The stillest star shines red
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| With them bring havoc and death
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| Upon the land they’ll sweep
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| The painful midnight cries
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| When one leaves a world behind
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| Leaves a world be, leaves a world behind
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| And here in Half Moon Bay
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| Hear the hum of the highway
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| Hum of the high, hum of the highway
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| Highway 1
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| Grey clouds, muted suns
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| Down by the footbridge stream
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| I am walking in a dream
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| Wailing in my dreams
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| Cuz winter-time was through
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| I could not be there for you
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| I couldn’t care for you
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| And hear the traffic come
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| Down the old Highway 1
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| Down the Devil’s sleighted run
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| And nothing clears these stains
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| Not the January rains
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| Rising in the stream
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| Down by the bay-leaf tree
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| Our lonely bird eyes meet
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| Lonely bird eyes, lonely bird eyes meet
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| Under the blue moonbeams
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| I am wandering in my dream
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| Walking in my, wandering in a dream
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| Highway 1
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| Grey clouds, muted suns
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| Highway 1
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| Grey clouds, muted suns |