They call this the badlands baby
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But it used to be bayou
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The shore of an inland sea
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But I can hear you coming
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And there¡¯s a hole in the world
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And the light is leaking out
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Spilling like water
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And I can hear you coming
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What new delivery is this
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I saw you rise and creep across the sky
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and all night as I fled you came behind eating all the stars
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Dig to find
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Why the light is left
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Rocks and stones, skulls and bones
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Whispered stories, tales of glory and a tragic fall from grace
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And we¡¯re still falling just like the dinosaurs
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And a tragic fall from grace
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The Badlands
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| Gatsby's American Dream |
