| Tonight I’ll shave the mountain
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| I’ll cut the hearts from pharaohs
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| I pull the road off of the rise
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| Tear the memories from my eyes
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| And in the morning I’ll be gone
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| I drink a thousand shipwrecks
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| Tonight I steal your paychecks
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| I paint the sheets across my bed
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| The birds will all fly from my head
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| And in the morning I’ll be gone
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| Take every dream that’s breathing
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| Find every boot that’s leaving
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| Shoot all the lights in the cafe
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| And in the morning I’ll be gone
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| I bet a thousand dollars
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| I have a French companion
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| I tie myself below the deck
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| I pull the rope around my neck
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| And in the morning I’ll be gone
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| It takes a life to win her
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| There is a drum of bourbon
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| 800 pounds of nitro
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| His boots are thunder as he plays
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| There is a stone inside it
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| Tonight his bones will ride it
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| I’ll need a tent to hide it
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| And in the morning I’ll be gone
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| And in the morning I’ll be gone
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| And in the morning I’ll be gone
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| And in the morning I’ll be gone
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| And in the morning I’ll be gone
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| And in the morning I’ll be gone |