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 Cowboys on the road tonight 
Crying in their sleep 
If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand, 
And some promises to keep, 
Who wanted to change the world, 
What's as easy as murder? 
It's all headlights and vapour trails 
And circle k killers 
And I know I could look at anyone but you now 
I could fall under the eyes of anyone 
But you now, now, now, now 
So come on, come on, come on 
Oh, come on through now 
Come on, come on, come on 
Oh, come on through now 
This is a list of what I should have been 
But I'm not 
This is a list of the things that I should have seen 
But I'm not seeing 
The look in your eyes 
As his fingertips slid down your neck 
And made you shiver 
I'm just turning away from where I should have been 
Because I am not anything 
Oh, anything, oh 
The president's in bed tonight 
But he can't get to sleep 
'cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers 
And I believe she loves you 
'cause you never make her feel like anything 
She said, 'I wouldn't feel a thing, 
But I can feel, I can feel...' 
And I know I could look at anyone but you now 
I could fall under the arms of anyone 
But you now, now, now, now 
So come on, come on, come on 
Oh, come on through now 
Come on, come on, come on 
Oh, come on through now 
This is a list of what I should have been 
But I'm not 
This is a list of the things that I should have seen 
But I am not seeing 
The look in your eyes 
As his fingers are unzipping your dress 
And it makes you shiver 
I'm just turning away from what I shouldn't see 
Because I am not anything 
Oh, anything, no 
Everyone's in bed tonight 
But nobody can sleep 
'cause all the satellites are watching through our windows 
She says she doesn't love me, like, like she's acting 
But it's as if she isn't talking 
'cause mr. lincoln's head is bleeding 
On the front row while she's speaking 
I said, 'come on all you cowboys, 
All you blue-eyed baby boys, 
Oh come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer, 
I'll wait for you where saturday's a memory, 
And sunday comes to gather me, 
Into the arms of god who welcome me, 
Because I believe, oh I believe...' 
And I know I could look at anyone but you now 
I could fall under the eyes of anyone 
But you now, now, now, now 
So come on, come on, come on 
Oh, come on through now 
Come on, come on, come on 
Oh, come on through now 
This is a list of what I should have been 
But I'm not 
This is a list of the things that I should have seen 
But I'm not seeing you look at me 
So please, won't you look at me? 
'cause I'm not seeing you look at me 
Oh, oh, I, I will make you look at me 
Or I am not anything 
Oh, anything 
No no no no 
No no no no 
No, no. 
            
 
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