On the rust red plain
Green eyes like heaven
A dark and placid lake
Sky growing with cold stars
Shines like a razor for your love
And the dust clouds fade
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The great and ravaged plain
Jukebox in the wild card
Sings I’m a stranger to your heart
Shines with the sun up like fresh blood
On the rust red plain
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On the rust red plain
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A rotten motorcade
Clothes hang in the back yard
Sings I’m a stranger to your heart
On the lost highway
Blue sky like heaven
A dark and placid lake
The dulled and cracking paint
On a distant place
The dulled and cracking paint
On the lost highway
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Written on a number plate
Thinking of her mother’s face
Shaking her hair
On the lost highway
Green eyes like heaven
A dark and placid lake
Two cars pulled level
Shine like a razor for your love
She saw a rattle snake
Green eyes like heaven
Thinking of her mother’s face
Clothes hang in the back yard
A rotten motorcade