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Tekster: Violent Femmes. The Blind Leading The Naked. Cold Canyon.

Travel 'round the country
Look out for what I can get
Another blessed highway
Hey mister you're gonna regret
'Cause you just reminded me of something
I long to forget
But no matter how much he drink or smoke
My memory's still clear
It hurts me dear
It's sharp today like it was yesterday
No I don't have much hope
Just the other night I came
Face to face with my past
Came down like a lightning bolt
Struck me with a flash
I was praying all along
That it would not last
Oh stop it stop it stop it stop it
Y'know the last time you rang
I nearly died I almost cried
I put my pride in my pockets
And said you gotta stay cool cool cool
Y'know some things just gotta hang
Oh Lord Lord

Take me back
I'm going back
The long track
So do yourself a favor
And leave me if you please
I'm in a cold cold canyon
With a cold cold canyon breeze
Woke up in a strange room
And then I saw a door
I went right over and opened it
Though I'd never been there before
Started presiding over the meeting
The chairman said I had the floor
And when we adjourned everyone
was satisfied
We all got our money
Then went out where it was sunny
But it was kind of funny
To find out that I was such a dummy
But there's no place you can really hide