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| | | Artist | | | Album | | | Song | Low Desert |
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It happened fastit’s over quick.
A little dust and the engine kicks.
Did your hands drift down off the wheel?
Roll outhit your windshield
An eyelash or a little bit of sleep? Time stands still.
Just call it now and you’re on your way (heyheyhey)
All the ashtrayscities and the freeway drives
Broken casino and waterslides
Eighteen-wheelerpayback dice.
Gravity flows on the power line.
Jet stream cuts the desert sky.
This is a land could eat a man alive.
Say you’d leave it all behind.
There’s a radio tower that’s egging me on
Back to the place where you never belong.
Where people thrive on their own contempt.
Whatever meaning is long gonespent.
If you had to guess or make bet
Would you place yourself inside of it?
The mountains yawnthe clouds let out a sigh.
"Tricked again." Let gookay.
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