( Breather EP )
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The country's breathing a sigh of stars
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A bitch's baby from a buzzard's egg
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American fortune seekers
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West coast gold diggers
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Southern forgetters
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There's something wrong
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I'm panning for hope in a junk sick river
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Trying to find the other two bits on my dollar
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Down fault lines and phone lines
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On every breath of every dawn
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There's something wrong
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The prairie's bearing the vulture's child
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The whippoorwill sails on a lonesome call
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From the twilight to the horizon
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There's something wrong
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I'm looking for the jackalope in a burnt out car
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In the dirt behind the daydream
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Through a window painted on a blackened building
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There's something wrong
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And the click-clack of the freight train goes
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This and that, this and that
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'Till your ears are ringing
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And your vision is clouded
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Looking For The Jackalope
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| Laika |
