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These walls around me and the days are long |
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I fill my lungs with a widow's song |
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I'm looking for a reason, feel the spirit rise |
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I see my life before me when |
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I close my eyes |
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I picture a road out in |
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New Mexico |
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Red earth and mountains and sky |
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I picture my soul out in |
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New Mexico |
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With all that space rolling by |
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Sometimes |
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I feel, in a world between |
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Everything |
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I touch and everything |
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I dreamSometimes |
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I long for the rose to bleed |
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For the spark to light in the depths of me |
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I picture a road out in |
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New Mexico |
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Red earth and mountains and sky |
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I picture my soul out in |
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New Mexico |
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With all that space rolling by |
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I'm so scared of what |
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I'll findIf |
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I let it go, if |
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I look inside |
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I'm so scared of what |
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I feelIf I let it go, if |
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I make it real |
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I picture a road out in |
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New Mexico |
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Red earth and mountains and sky |
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I picture my soul out in |
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New Mexico |
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With all that space rolling by |
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With all that earth rolling by |
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With all these dreams rolling by |
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Leaving this life behind |
