| Disappear in fog and rain
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| Abandoned words of yesterday
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| Arrested syntax of my youth
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| Cassettes were piled high
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| On coffee table dreams of mine
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| I found my way here on a crooked line
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| Regrets — just cracks in my ribs
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| Paint your sunlight on my bones
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| Rewind. |
| I was the hero of another time
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| Now, who am I? |
| The writer of the storyline?
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| Now, who am I? |
| The writer of the storyline?
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| Walked the scars of history
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| For firewood and gasoline
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| Erased my footprints in the moonlight
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| I sang a coyote song
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| I watched the fire burn
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| Higher and higher
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| Rewind. |
| I was the hero of another time
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| Now, who am I? |
| The writer of the storyline?
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| Now, who am I? |
| The writer of the storyline?
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| I wear a coyote crown
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| I watch the world burn down
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| I wear a coyote crown
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| I watch the world burn down
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| I wear a coyote crown
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| I watch the world burn down
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| I wear a coyote crown
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| I watch the world burn down |