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Jakob Dylan - Valley OF The Low Sun |
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We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure |
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And laid our armor down |
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These precious metals and these captain's letters |
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They are no use to us now |
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In the day we struggle with fatigue much greater |
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Than any offer was |
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We bow down and worship these bandits and cowboys |
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Unable to hold their own guns |
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I know that soldiers are not paid to think |
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But something is making us sick |
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Onward and steady able and young |
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In the valley of the low low sun |
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In the shade we wander along a highway's shoulder |
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Into the back of beyond |
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Burning the daylight into a pastime |
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That's too wise to come more than once |
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It's boom boom thunder ain't no sleep coming |
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Out mining a slippery world |
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Of snow covered beaches and junkyards of diesel |
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And bombers named after girls |
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On bridges of black ice not built for the rush |
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There's a new kind of beast getting up |
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That's stranger than fiction speaking in tongue |
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Hold on for the slow turning |
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Smoke if you've got 'em boys |
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This is bottom hiding out |
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Down under the stairs |
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Tomorrow has come like it's drunk on the blood |
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Of the men who have dared to be there |
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The earth's still climbing as it keeps on grinding |
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It's way up around the sun |
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As cool water crashes down to the masses |
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bootlegged and bottled like rum |
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My dreams are humble lean as arrows |
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Streetwise ready and fair |
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As we bum rush the ages tied to the rails |
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On high seas not fit to be sailed |
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Whatever we've taken does feel like heaven |
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But baby we just look like hell |
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Act like you mean it where paradise was |
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In the valley of low low sun |
