| I dreamed that I was flying above the glittering world, but I woke up in the
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| bar ditch, car ready to explode
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| Hanging upside down in the front seat of my truck
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| The scream of grinding metal. |
| 40 cars piling up
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| Nothing rusts in the desert. |
| The air is full of ghosts. |
| Cliffs painted with the
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| old gods, rabbit brush full
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| Of bones
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| Oh, Coronado, king of dust, the desert never cared
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| What you saw when you stared into the sun
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| Ancient oceans have been lost beneath this shifting
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| Clay where conquistadors in silver hunted Cibola
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| Across the plains
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| But there are no golden cities only trailer parks and dust and angels only fly
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| here when you drive into the sun
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| Nothing rusts in the desert. |
| The air is full of ghosts. |
| Cliffs painted with the
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| old gods, rabbit brush full
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| Of bones
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| Oh, Coronado, king of dust, the desert never cared
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| What you saw when you stared into the sun |