| Pastels in a shade of blue
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| Turn into a brighter hue
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| In the mornin', in the mornin'
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| Train wheels runnin' down an open track
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| In my mem’ry, time to take me back
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| Are you goin', are you goin'?
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| Santa Fe
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| Do you need it? | 
| Can you feel it
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| In the same old way?
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| I can feel it from the mountain top
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| Runnin' down to the foamy brine
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| In a rest’rant 'cross a table top
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| Lookin' into a glass of wine
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| In the night I hear you callin'
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| And I’m thinkin' of you, darlin'
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| Ships out on a stormy sea
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| Promises for you and me
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| Can you hear them and get near them?
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| Shiverin' in the evenin' breeze
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| Green leaves list’nin', eucalyptus trees
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| And it’s movin', yes, it’s movin'
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| To Santa Fe
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| Do you need it? | 
| Can you feel it
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| In the same old way?
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| I can feel it from the mountain top
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| Runnin' down to the foamy brine
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| In a rest’rant 'cross a table top
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| Lookin' into a glass of wine
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| Oh, Santa Fe
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| Do you need it? | 
| Can you feel it
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| In the same old way?
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| I can feel it when it all goes down
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| Look around, yes, it’s happenin'
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| Turn around and see what I have found
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| And it’s more than a song to sing
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| And it’s more than a song to sing
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| Hey, it’s more than a song to sing
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| And it’s more, more, more than a song to sing
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| Yes, it’s more, more, more than a song to sing
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| Oh, it’s more, more, more than a song to sing
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| Santa Fe now
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| Santa Fe now
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| Santa Fe now |