| Seas of brilliant stars shine down on me
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| As I wait for the Marfa Lights to illuminate
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| I see nothing
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| And that pain everyday wears a little more
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| Between my head and my heart there is a cold war
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| Go, they got their guns… they got their guns
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| We’re having us another one
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| Panic in the streets, in the streets…
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| The ravaged town inside of me
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| Oh, the tension of what I want, what I need
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| The in-between
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| Go, they got their guns
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| Within me, me, me the head and heart are battling
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| What you want is not always what you need
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| The carrot might not taste as sweet as it seems
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| And that pain everyday wears a little more
|
| Between my head and my heart there is a cold war
|
| Go, they got their guns… they got their guns
|
| We’re having us another one
|
| Panic in the streets, in the streets…
|
| The ravaged town inside of me
|
| Oh, the tension of what I want, what I need
|
| The in-between
|
| Go, they got their guns
|
| Within me, me, me the head and heart are battling |