Your eyes are as deep as the West Texas sky...
After dusk, when it's too dark to see.
The air is heavy, as the sun's last rays die;
And that's how she loves me.
I must go find me a place of my own,
Hang on to some pride, just to be,
But since it's my watch, I must stand here alone,
And that's how she loves me.
So long you can leave now don't wait
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