| It appears we may have finally found a sweet spot
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| Somewhere between the grove and cedars and the lake
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| Was that commotion an explosion or a gunshot
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| A firecracker’s just as likely and it’s easier to take
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| Look away, look away don’t watch me
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| A silhouette against a watercolor sky
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| Look away, look away don’t watch me
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| From the tall weeds
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| Don’t wait, don’t wait up for me tonight
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| I left my memory in the evergreen
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| It looks as if we may have come across a camp site
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| A moldy blanket and the remnants of a fire
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| AN open space illuminated in the moonlight
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| I’m getting thirsty, kind of sleepy
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| And I’m starting to perspire
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| Look away, look away don’t watch me
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| A silhouette against a watercolor sky
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| Look away, look away don’t watch me
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| From the tall weeds
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| Don’t wait, don’t wait up for me tonight
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| I left my memory in the evergreen
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| There’s a chance we may have landed in an ambush
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| I took a bullet and I’m bleeding pretty bad
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| Was that goodbye a salutation or a hard push
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| I bet my money on the latter and I’m anything but gold
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| Look away, look away don’t watch me
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| A silhouette against a watercolor sky
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| Look away, look away don’t watch me
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| From the tall weeds
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| Don’t wait, don’t wait up for me tonight
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| I left my memory in the evergreen
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| I don’t know your expression in the moonlight
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| But I still have your picture to remind me |