| I spent a long day with the desert winds
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| Sand kept blowing all around
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| And I have a hard time with the desert heat
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| Constant sweat upon my brow
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| When the night falls, well so do I
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| So please pick me up in the morning time
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| I’m waiting for you to tell me when it’s right
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| To get back on my train tonight
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| I gotta blow out of this Texas town
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| And go back to my home
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| Where the pace ain’t so slow
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| And time burns on
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| I gotta get back to my Brooklyn flat
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| Where the neighbors don’t know my name
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| And the forecast calls for rain
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| And time burns on
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| Where time burns on
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| Now I’m back out on the road again
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| The county roads feel lone and bare
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| I better flag a ride before the sun goes down
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| When the winds stir the cold desert air
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| I gotta blow out of this Texas town
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| And go back to my home
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| Where the pace ain’t so slow
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| And time burns on
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| I gotta get back to my Brooklyn flat
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| Where the neighbors don’t know my name
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| And the forecast calls for rain
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| And time burns on
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| Where time burns on
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| I gotta blow out of this Texas town
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| And go back to my home
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| Where the pace ain’t so slow
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| And time burns on
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| I gotta get back to my Brooklyn flat
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| Where the neighbors don’t know my name
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| And the forecast calls for rain
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| And time burns on
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| Where time burns on |