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When you can't find the hours |
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Days keep on slippin' through |
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Avenues under construction |
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Blockin' out your sky blues |
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Buried beneath the letters |
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Bills and the junk in the mail |
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Finding the strain to your heart |
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From the troubles down the trail |
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No sign of your old haunts here |
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Gone with the copper crews |
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Veins mined in vein remind you |
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Choices we choose to lose |
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New cities keep on sprawling |
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Old towns falling too |
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Rainin' a river of color |
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And it's flowin' bisbee blue |
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Straight to you bisbee blue |
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Some say, well, this way's |
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The only one that's true |
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Bring me back bisbee blue |
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Bring me back |
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Oh, these days, seem dark |
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Darkest I've seen |
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Darlin', you send me |
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Through the hours |
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Days keep on siftin' through |
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Chippin' away to remember |
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Days with you bisbee blue |
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Shinin' like bisbee blue |
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Bring me back bisbee blue |
