| I can wait at the canyon’s corner and I’m back away
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| I can see you looking into locuses that ease your mind
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| Won’t peel your cowl back, I’m shaking up and you’re stepping down
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| Put your cookies in the cooling rack, let’s kiss the sky away, hey
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| Holding on to your fishing line
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| I can feel the future just fine
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| I can feel the future, baby
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| It’s tumbling down your cheek
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| But I can’t see the past, oh no
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| I’m no one contending, oh lord
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| I can see your future life
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| And that future life don’t play
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| Dark streets, watch out
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| Long streets, back home
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| Dark streets, watch out
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| Let’s ride
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| Tied to the boats of my life, I’m a man of sanity
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| No man is a sinking houseboat, yeah it just arrived
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| Have you snuck off into parks land, shooting off the flare gun
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| Are you in my office building, well I ain’t dressed for the occasion
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| Oh, ain’t that the way things work
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| Ain’t that the way things go
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| Aren’t those the stories we’ve been told
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| Sister, let’s ride again
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| Dark streets, watch out
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| Red sun, come home
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| Dark streets, watch out
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| Well, let’s ride
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| You can call me all night
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| I’m living like a lonely man, I’m living in this lonely land
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| I’m living in an empty bed, watching those bars at night
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| I’m leaving all the things I have, and I’m waiting on the canyon’s edge
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| I’m living like a lonely man, bring back your bars tonight
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| I’m living like a lonely man, I’m living on this lonely land
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| I’m leaning on an empty bench, watching those bars at night
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| But I’m leaving all the things I have, and I’m waiting on the canyon’s edge
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| I’m living in this lonely land, bring back your bars tonight, and let’s ride |