The buffalo are out among the falling stars tonight
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Shadows cross the kitchen in the afternoon
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Daylight break on the hemisphere
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I jumped in the water;
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you left too soon.
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Blood red sun, moon on the water
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Everything is frozen north of Wichita
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And the rails bear a dangerous cargo there
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Through the latter days of dreamtime
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And the screen door is busted
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And the hours fall and wither away
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Everything is frozen north of Wichita
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I'm standing in this truck stop in Coeur D'Alene.
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Yeah, I come from sad stories
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Yeah, I come from lonely people too
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Yeah, I come from California
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Where God is green and the eyes are blue
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Where God is green and the eyes are blue.
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And the bird is flown already
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Like the guns are drawn already
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Blood red sun, moon on the water
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Everything is frozen north of Wichita
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And the rails bear a dangerous cargo there
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Through the latter days of dreamtime
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And the screen door is busted
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And the hours fall and wither away
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Everything is frozen north of Wichita
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I'm standing here just waiting on my judgement day.
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Buffalo are out among the falling stars tonight
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Shadows cross the kitchen in the afternoon
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Daylight break on the hemisphere
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I jumped in the water;
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You left too soon.
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And the screen door is busted
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And the hours fall and wither away
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Everything is frozen north of Wichita
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I'm standing in this truckstop in Coeur D'Alene
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Everything is frozen north of Wichita
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I'm standing in this truckstop in Couer D'Alene.
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Wichita
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Gary Jules |