so it's cowboys in flying colors riding home
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leave my tears alone it's too funny
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it's me and she spilling jewels and collarbones gray
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(waste of time now I don't want cold, lonely)
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ride by side down the road
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and a she-wolf (my face one more square)
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don't be afraid, it's my road once more alone
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I can see them riding over the hills
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cowboy hats are back in, this is the future, after the war
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and I don't eat anymore, this is your future
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it's me and she spilling jewels and collarbones gray
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(Frank Lloyd Wright, try to sleep under a dome under the sky)
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side by side down the road
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it's my road, once more alone
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as a warm gun
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thanking her (she makes me dangerous)
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blood on our teeth
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ready?
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And a She-Wolf After the War
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| Throwing Muses |
