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your love is my rest |
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These
are the words |
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That
cry out of me in the night |
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Like
a buffalo herd |
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From
a shotgun blast scattered in flight |
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I
got a one track mind |
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Going
down a one train line |
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Living
on dreams half the time |
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Going
West |
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I
gotta pick up speed |
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Just
to get what I need |
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The
end of the line guaranteed |
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Your
love is my rest |
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The
coal catches fire |
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I'm
down the wire in a flash |
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That
big old smoke stack |
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Is
belching out black smoke and ash |
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So
sad to think of |
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Hurting
the one you love |
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But
surely that's what leaving does |
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You'd
know best |
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I
gotta pick up speed |
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Just
to get what I need |
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The
end of the line guaranteed |
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Your
love is my rest |
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Your
love is my rest |
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We
pass through the land |
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Of
Custer's last stand |
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And
I grin |
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So
this is where old Yellow Hair's |
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Ghost
dance begins |
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I
got the blood on my hands |
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Can't
even live where I stand |
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I'm
just a traveling man |
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Cursed
or blessed |
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I
gotta pick up speed |
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Just
to get what I need |
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The
end of the line guaranteed |
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Your
love is my rest |
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Your
love is my rest |
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Your love is my rest |