As the water finds the cracks
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Birds pick the highways clean
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Crucifix across my shoulder blades
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Got your name tattooed between
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So you say the root is dry
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As you flash the old-time camera
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And hide your songs of anguish
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In dying language
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Never saw no rainbow sign
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No meaning was I offered
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To love is to pay
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Lay your wealth upon the altar
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So we share a couple songs
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Here in the desert hotel
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While they're tearing up the highway
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Here to Santa Bell
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Love And Altar
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| The Low Anthem |
