| I'm not even gonna run with the bulls |
| I'm gonna jump on the motherfucker's back and ride it |
| I might die, hehe |
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| I'm gonna buy me some a real fast car |
| And drive to California where the heartless are |
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| Find a diner in the desert, eat some real runny eggs |
| Recall all the good times that live in my head |
| And I'm gonna book me flight to Pamplona |
| Take a horn to the chest like I'm back in Oklahoma |
| Find a lady with some big old Spanish eyes |
| Find out where all my old love lies |
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| And I'm gonna play me a show to ten thousand |
| In the middle of the snow in the Colorado mountains |
| Watch my father and my sister and my friends find peace |
| I'll sing the wrong damn song in the wrong damn key |
| But no matter where I go, I pray to always find home |
| Travel round and eat those runny eggs alone |
| In a diner on the edge of California and Nevada |
| Wish I had known the good times back when I had them |
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| And I'm gonna walk me the streets of West Village |
| In the middle of the summer with the evening time stillness |
| Watch Nate break his ankle after too many rounds |
| After tearin' Brooklyn to the goddamn ground |
| And I'm gonna talk to God in some church |
| After years, beers, and fears, and too much work |
| Tell him I'm sorry for the way that I am |
| And using his name before saying "damn" |
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| And I'm gonna buy me some a real fast car |
| And drive to California where the heartless are |
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| How you thought you was a gentleman back when you was young |
| Maybe I'll find Jesus when the morning comes |
| Maybe I'll find Jesus when the morning comes |
| Maybe I'll find Jesus when the morning comes |
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