| I never meet her in the city
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| But believe me she is pretty
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| Six-hundred-fifty miles away
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| I meet my angel in the desert
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| In the desert I can meet her
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| Oh in the desert heat she makes me play
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| I’m not trying to be clever
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| I’m not getting there forever
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| Only flying with the wind and thee
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| I’m not trying to be late
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| Just becoming a slave
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| Come on angel, play the game
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| I’m not trying to be clever
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| I’m not getting there forever
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| Won’t fight with the window on me
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| I’m not trying to be late
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| Just becoming a slave
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| Come on angel, play the game
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| She’s never in the city
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| But the woman she’s pretty
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| Six-hundred-fifty miles away
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| I meet my angel in the desert
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| In the desert I can meet her
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| In the desert heat she makes me pray
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| There is a race in your face |