Sometimes my flesh entwines
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with the bones of your breath
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a long ride on an endless stretch
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of abandoned highway
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I wake up and there's this dog
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against the slate-gray sky
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one brown one blue eye
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and there's this beautiful crack in the pavement
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where the grass grows tall
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and the wind caresses my face
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and I feel like a ghost
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'cause I can hear the people
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the passing cars
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but I'm all alone
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I love your crazy heart
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the sacred drum
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with these hands I'll dig
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a tunnel to the sun
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we've got to find a new way
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and it's got to be true
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it's got everything to do with you
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we've got to find a new way
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and it's got to be true
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it's got everything to do with you
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Brown-Eyed Dog
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| Blue Rodeo |
