It's the ways of her father
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If she's gonna change she hasn't done it yet
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And the desert is calling to me
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Run before the final trap is set
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All roads lead to the city
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Where the dudes and the dykes all look the same
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Lady lays out the pattern
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With the parts of her body that seem tame
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Death Valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives
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Act like a child and I'll respond with my well-rehearsed farewell
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Quoting the verse that you bought but weren't quite prepared to sell
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Saying I think I love you
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Maybe I care
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It's not fair
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Death Valley lives and Tracy Isn't sure what really gives
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And it's a sore spot when the room's burning hot
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And the desert air just cannot bring you down
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Still the bed's warm but a cold arm
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Keeps me floating inches off the ground
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Death Valley lives and Tracy isn't sure what really gives
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Go paint your toes wipe your nose and then come say good-bye
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And all along tell yourself that I'm wrong if I try
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Cryin' sorry it's over
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I'm not to blame
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What a game
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Death Valley lives now I'm not even sure what really gives
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Death Valley Lives
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| Jimmy Buffett |
