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Come from the road, come pass the bottle 'round
 Take off your boots and sit down by the fire
 All of your roads are salted and sleepy now
 Come lay your head
 Come lay your head next to mine
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 You were born in the glow of cement and dead roses
 You've spent your whole life with the radio on
 Now the world's full of shepherds
 Who've forsaken their records, boy
 These are the days of blackboard and fingernail
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 Is your heart on your sleeve
 'cause thеy'll push and they'll pull it
 And the flowers you carry will wither and die
 But you're gonna kick like a deer full of bullets
 Make a run for the highway and leave them behind
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