There comes a son,
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A son of angels
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Carrying an empty glass
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Trying to fill it to the surface
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Well tell your thirst love has passed
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You carry on, carry the world
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You must get worn with all the weight
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I take it in but you won't no where
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And no where's where we're headed fast
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(past?)
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[Chorus]
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Oh, oh, Rodeo
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Slow turning to and fro
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Oh, oh, Rodeo
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Where we land (laugh??) no one knows
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(no one knows..)
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We're not blind to what it is
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In other words, the ignorant kind
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Well life is short, but oh it's wide
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It's wide enough to read your mind
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[sometimes she says "to blow my mind"]
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Well I believe in ever-after
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Just in case what's after that
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Don't I love you like the angels
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And could you ever love me back?
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[Chorus]
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Strangers now we are becoming
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Stranger now we have become
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If any (fiction???) every returns
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Returned by the coolest one
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[Chorus]
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Rodeo
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| Sheryl Crow |
