She swings on the front porch
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And sweeps her days into an empty sky
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Of a dream drowned in the rain
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Out where the land is as flat as the sea
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There's a train pulling out west
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And a box of money stashed under the bed
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Up through the pines
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And down into the city of light
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Where the world spins on a string
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The weave of lovers weave meet their fate
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Down by the sea falls in love with the sailor who keeps the light house
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Storm comes in, smashes the shore
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The sailor's duty comes calling
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Begging and pleading as she falls to the floor
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She's left waiting
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She waits at the front
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Her husband come wrapped around her
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Where she fell the stoop in the night
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Point Vicente
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Calexico |