“Let me go. Far away. Somewhere they won't ever find me, and tomorrow won't remind me of today. And the city's finally sleepin'. And the moon looks old and grey. I get on a train thats bound for Santa Fe. And I'm gone. And I'm done. No more running. No more lying. No more fat old man denying me my pay. Just a moon so big and yellow, it turns night right into day. Dreams come true. Yeah they do. In Santa Fe.”

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