These walls around me and the days are long
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I fill my lungs with a widow's song
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I'm looking for a reason, feel the spirit rise
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I see my life before me when I close my eyes
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I picture a road out in New Mexico
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Red earth and mountains and sky
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I picture my soul out in New Mexico
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With all that space rolling by
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Sometimes I feel, in a world between
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Everything I touch and everything I dream
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Sometimes I long for the rose to bleed
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For the spark to light in the depths of me
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I picture a road out in New Mexico
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Red earth and mountains and sky
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I picture my soul out in New Mexico
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With all that space rolling by
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I'm so scared of what I'll find
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If I let it go, if I look inside
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I'm so scared of what I feel
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If I let it go, if I make it real
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I picture a road out in New Mexico
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Red earth and mountains and sky
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I picture my soul out in New Mexico
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With all that space rolling by
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With all that earth rolling by
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With all these dreams rolling by
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Leaving this life behind
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Out In New Mexico
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| Heather Nova |
