Down there by the river is a man
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Whose born is twisted into shapes
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Unknown to the wicked and the wise
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And he bears the look of an animal
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Who's seen things no animal should ever see
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He has been driven beyond all towns
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And all the systems until now though it is
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Long past too far he keeps going
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Because it's a desert
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Because it's a desert
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We come to the river
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We'll walk away from all this now
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We come to the water
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We'll walk away from all this now
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She first saw him he was standing in the doorway
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Illuminated from behind by a light
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Though imaginary posses chased them
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To these distant adobes
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Standing on the cliffs today
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I thought I saw you below
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My shadow growing smaller
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It's a desert because
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Because it's a desert
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They'll be asking me about you forever
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I guess
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We come to the river
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We'll walk away from all this now
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We come to the water
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We'll walk away from all this now
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Long coats on the prairie
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Lying in the dust
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Who can I turn to ?
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Who can I trust ?
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Were you walking on the water ?
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Playing in the sun ?
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But the world is turning faster
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Than it did when I was young
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When I was young
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When I was young
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Oh, when I was young I was a wild, wild one
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Flying Cowboys
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| Rickie Lee Jones |
