I wanna tell you 'bout Texas
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Radio and the Big Beat
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Comes out of the Virginia swamps
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Cool and slow
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with plenty of precision
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With a back beat
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narrow and hard to master
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Some call it heavenly in
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it's brilliance
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Others, mean and
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ruthful of the Western dream
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I love the friends I have
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gathered together
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on this thin raft
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We have constructed
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pyramids in honor
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of our escaping
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This is the land
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where the Pharaoh died
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<Interlude>
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The Negroes in the forest
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brightly feathered
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They are saying
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"Forget the night
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Live with us in forests of azure
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Out here on the perimeter
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there are no stars
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Out here we is stoned immaculate
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Listen to this, and I'll tell
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you 'bout the heartache
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I'll tell you 'bout the
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heartache and the lose of God
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I'll tell you 'bout
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the hopeless night
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The meager food for souls forgot
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I'll tell you 'bout the maiden
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with raw iron soul
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I'll tell you this
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No eternal reward will
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forgive us now
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for wasting the dawn
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<Interlude>
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I'll tell you 'bout Texas
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Radio and the Big Beat
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Soft drivin', slow and mad
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like some new language
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<Interlude>
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Now, listen to this
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and I'll tell you 'bout
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the Texas
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I'll tell you 'bout
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the Texas Radio
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I'll tell you 'bout
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the hopeless night
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Wandering the Western dream
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Tell you 'bout the maiden
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with raw iron soul
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The Wasp ( Texas Radio & The Big Beat )
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The Doors |