Your young English eyes on the highways,
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climbs and dives, climbs and dives like its alive,
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And the black in Indiana is leaving for Atlanta.
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I wonder if shell ever go anywhere, anywhere with me.
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From the corner of coffee and fever,
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hazel and curry and your long walking worry.
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You say it's easier to sleep when the engine beats.
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And you think I'm not eating.
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"Yeah, what have you been reading?"
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We talked over Ida and Arkansas like the country whispers to nothing near at all.
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And they put out the lights and I lit up the crickets.
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They knew I was taking you out.
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Everywhere in Denver
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| The Promise Ring |
