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A canyon girl beneath imaginary skies is beckoning |
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In a fictional world, I fear I got no business being in |
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But cover me, 'cause I'm going in |
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And I won't return back to the run of the mill again |
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A canyon girl from the end of the winding road is calling |
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From a faraway place, that's the furthest point from the one I'm living in |
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So wait for me, 'cause I'll be climbing in |
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And I won't return back to the run of the mill again |
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'Cause I've been waiting for you to wave me in |
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And I won't return to the wind and the cold and the snow again |
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To the darkest places I have been |
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or back to the run of the mill again |
