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I cannot be depended on to lie hereAnd casually watch as you go waltzing byI've been shook so bad that I cannot stand to utilise my feetSo I've got to crawl after youTell you who I amI was raised by a tribe of Vegas cowboysWho claim I was born from a union of dust and windAnd when I came of age I sailed awayA pinecone on the Rio GrandeNow I've got to crawl after youTell you who I amAnd today's the day I caught up with youI see you walking by the cafÃ© mirrorShould I stay here by this bus stop benchSo strange to see you after all these yearsI cannot be depended on to lie hereAnd casually watch as you go waltzing byI've been shook so bad that I cannot stand to utilise my feetSo I've got to crawl after youTell you who I am From Letras Mania