Washed my face in the rivers of empire
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Made my bed from a cardboard crate
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Down in the city of quartz
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No news, no new regrets
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Tossed a susan b. over my shoulder
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And prayed it would rain and rain
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Submerge the whole western states
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Call it a last fair deal
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With an american seal
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And corporate hand shake
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Take the story of carpenter mike
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Dropped his tools and his keys and left
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And headed out as far as he could
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Past the cities and gated neighborhoods
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He slept 'neath the stars
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Wrote down what he dreamt
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And he built a machine
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For no one to see
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Then took flight, first light
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Sunken Waltz
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| Calexico |
