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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
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traveling through the graveyard with a suitcase full of sparks |
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honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you |
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lit up every campfire I found out in the dark |
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oh, I cut down all the cottonwoods |
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I picked up all the arrowheads off buffalo trails of the Indians |
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the Oklahoma sky was cutting through |
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along the tracks with the Runaway, |
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he just talks and talks and talks |
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honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you |
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I quit counting stars that night in the cold by the satellite field |
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and I quit panning gold, |
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digging holes |
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yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you |
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swam across the Poncha |
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took a train to Cataloo |
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opened up my guitar case and all the songs were blue |
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I haunted all the alleys |
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lord, I drifted down the valleys |
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honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you |
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and I quit casting hooks off the California coast we held so dear |
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and I quit flashing smiles, and running wild |
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yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you |
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threw my bottle to the ocean, |
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she never wrote me back |
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all the countless days along the sea of blue |
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learned the language of the Mockingbird |
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she took and twisted all my words |
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yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you |
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and I'll meet you in the graveyard |
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with the winter trees and stars |
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oh, we could open up this suitcase full of sparks |
