| Well, I’m at a motel on the border of Utah and Colorado
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| There’s an old John Wayne movie on, or I think it’s John Wayne
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| A bride’s being carried away on horseback into the darkening horizon
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| The soft murmur of strings and the lowing of distant cattle is like
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| Valium for the national conscious
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| Valium, valium
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| In this warmly beating heart
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| In this warmly beating heart
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| My happiness is touch-and-go
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| Kinda like this motel’s HBO
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| I’ve been laying here flipping through the channels
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| A presidential debate
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| A split second later, a picture-perfect dinner emerges from an oven
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| That rattle snake never stood a chance against the likes of Annie
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| Oakley
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| Annie Oakley
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| Annie Oakley
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| In this warmly beating heart
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| In this warmly beating heart
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| The night is too quiet to sleep
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| And so I’m standing now in the dust of the road contemplating
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| Heaven
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| I must have been lost on some kind of excursion up through Colorado I think her
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| name was Marilyn but I remember nothing else about her
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| Except that her hair smelled of gunpowder
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| That’s it for tonight — signing off, signing off
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| Marilyn, Marilyn
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| In this warmly beating heart
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| In this warmly beating heart
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| Valium, valium
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| In this warmly beating heart
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| In this warmly beating heart |