| She laughs at the strangest things
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| Man, it lights me up, makes my head ring
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| She hides almost every night
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| Either there she goes or stays
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| She rides at the break of light
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| Man, she’s outta sight
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| Setting sun, wild Indian, you’re craving, creating
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| There’s no more killing them
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| Setting sun, little Indian, your feelings mean everything
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| There’s no more saving them
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| Oh yes, honey, there she goes walking all alone
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| Now go slow, with what ya dig, man, she’s leaving me
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| She cries at all the things but what you mean is everything
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| Setting sun, wild Indian, you’re craving, creating
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| There’s no more killing them
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| Setting sun, little Indian, your feelings mean everything
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| There’s no more saving them
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| Setting sun, wild Indian, you’re craving, creating
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| There’s no more killing them
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| Setting sun, little Indian, your feelings mean everything
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| There’s no more saving them
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| (Oh, whoa, oh)
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| Well, little Lillianna
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| (Oh, whoa, oh)
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| The girl who would never be
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| (Oh, whoa, oh)
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| Well, little Lillianna
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| (Oh, whoa, oh)
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| The girl who would never be
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| Setting sun, wild Indian, you’re craving, creating
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| No more killing them
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| Setting sun, little Indian, your feelings mean everything
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| There’s no more saving them
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| (Oh, whoa, oh)
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| Well, little Lillianna
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| (Oh, whoa, oh)
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| The girl who would never be |