| Old Coyote waits out there
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| With his gray-brown hair and his three-mile stare
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| I walk backwards trhough the air
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| Devil may care, the devil may care now
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| Ring around rosey game
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| Always ends the same way
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| We all fall down
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| Get up now, baby, get up now, baby
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| It’s your song, it’s your song playing
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| Vision of Mary in converse shoes
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| She’s putting down roots and stars she shoots out
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| I am crying on her couch
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| Talking in tongues when the words won’t come out
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| Ring around rosey game
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| Always ends the same way
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| We all fall down
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| Get up now, baby, get up now, baby
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| It’s your song, it’s your song playing
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| Old Coyote’s faking sleep
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| Not counting sheep on the watch he keeps
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| We bring springtime into bloom inside these rooms
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| And outside under the moon
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| Ring around rosey game
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| Always ends the same way
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| We all fall down
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| Get up now, baby, get up now, baby
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| It’s your song, it’s your song playing |