Moon shining down through the palms
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Shadows moving on the sand
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Somebody whispering the 23rd Psalm
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Dusty rifle in his trembling hands
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Somebody trying just to stay alive
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He got promises to keep
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Over the ocean in America
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Far away, the master sleeps
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Silent stars blinking in the blackness of an endless sky
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Gold, silver satellites, ghostly caravans passing by
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Galaxies unfolding and new worlds being born
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Pilgrims and prodigals creeping toward the dawn
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And it's a long road out of Eden
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Music blasting from an SUV
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On a bright and sunny day
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Rolling down the interstate
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In the good old USA
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Having lunch at the petroleum club
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Smoking fine cigars and swapping lies
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They say, "Give me 'nother slice of that barbecued brisket
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Give me 'nother piece of that pecan pie"
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Freeways flickering; cell phones chiming a tune
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We're riding to Utopia; road map says we'll be arriving soon
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Captains of the old order clinging to the reins
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Assuring us these aches inside are only growing pains
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But it's a long road out of Eden
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Back home, I was so certain; the path was very clear
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But now I have to wonder - what are we doing here?
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And I'm not counting on tomorrow and I can't tell wrong from right
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But I'd give anything to be there in your arms tonight
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Weaving down the American highway
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Through the litter and the wreckage, and the cultural junk
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Bloated with entitlement, bloated on propaganda
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Now we're driving dazed and drunk
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Went down the road to Damascus, the road to Mandalay
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Met the ghost of Caesar on the Appian Way
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He said, "It's hard to stop this binging once you get a taste
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But the road to empire is a bloody, stupid waste"
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Behold the bitten apple, the power of the tools
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But all the knowledge in the world is of no use to fools
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And it's a long road out of Eden
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Long Road Out Of Eden
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| Eagles |
