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Down New Mexico way Something about the open road I knew that he was Looking for some indian blood and Find a little in you find a little in me We may be on this road but We're just impostors in this country you know So we go along and we said we'd fake it Feel better with oliver stone Till i almost smacked him Seemed right that night and I don't know what takes hold Out there in the desert cold These guys think they must Try and just get over on us
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