It rained the whole day he spent at his lover's grave
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Said his goodbyes to her family and friends
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Packed his things in a rusted car
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And rode off in the rain
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Came upon a church in ruin
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With an old man dwelling within
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Who said, "watch where you stray my friend"
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Old man spoke of meanings lost and without name
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Never shifting from their worn and weathered place
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What was found in the endless serach
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For truth behind the tale
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Beneath the ash and ember lies only one story to tell
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Watch where you stray my friend
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There's a flower that grows in a cave
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So lovely to see but need to be saved
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Its' beautiful blossom will wither and die
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Stray
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Calexico |