Coyote 创作者：
Theo Hakola
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调：C major

Intro 1

Verse 1
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No regrets, Coyote
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We just came from a different
set of circumstances
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Cause I'm up all night in the studio
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While you're,
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you're up early on your range
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You'll be brushing out a
broodmare's tail
While the sun is ascending
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And I'll just be getting home
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with my reel to reel
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There's no comprehending
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Just how close to the bone
and the skin
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And the eyes and the lips you can get in
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Still feel so alone and still feel related
Like stations on some relay
You're not a, no, you're not a
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Hidden room driver, no, no
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Racing away
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You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the white lines
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on the freeway
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We  saw a farmhouse burning down
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In the middle of nowhere,
in the middle of the night
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An d we rode right past that tragedy
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Till we rolled into
some roadhouse lights
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Where a local band was playing
Locals were kicking and
shaking on the floor
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The next thing I know,
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a   coyote's at my door
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He paints me in the corner
and he won't take no
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And he drags me out on the dance floor
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And we're,
we're dancing close and slow
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Now he's got a woman at home
He's got another woman down the hall
He seems to want me anyway
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Oh, why'd you have to get so drunk
and leave me on that wave?
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You just picked up a hitchhiker,
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a prisoner of the white lies on the
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blue leaf.
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I   looked Coyote right in the face
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On the road to Belgium,
near my old hometown
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And we went running
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through the whisk -a -whee
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Chasing some prides down
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When Anna Hark was playing with him,
Coyote was jumping straight
up and making passes.
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He had those same eyes like yours,
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Under your dark glasses.
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Privately probed in the public rooms,
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Peeking through keyholes and
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numbered doors,
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Where the, where the players lick their wounds,
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And  take their temporary lovers,
and their pills and their powers
to get them through through
the fashion plain
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No regrets, coyote
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I'll just get off the ways
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You just picked up a hitcher
A prisoner of the wild eyes
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on the freeway
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Coyote's
in the coffee shop
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Stirring a hole in his scrambled eggs
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He picks up nice sand on his finger
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While he's watching
the waitress's legs
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He's too far from the Bay of Fundy
Appaloosas and eagles and rivers
and the corner lanes
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and cutthroat trout and ties
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and the air -conditioned chewbaccos
and the carbon -rubin rides
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are spelling it out so clear
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that he's gonna have to stand and
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fight or get the hell out of here
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I  try to run away, myself to run away
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And wrestle with my ego
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An  d with this flame
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You put here in this Eskimo
In this picture
In this prisoner
Of the white lines
Of the fine white lines
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Cause I'm a free, free,
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free
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No!