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Under the narrows, that's where the dead go Watching the cars drive off in a red glow I play the slow ones, very long outros You watch the time and play with the edges of my cloth We're under those narrows, narrows Narrows, narrows Narrows Baby, I felt it, something to keep me Then I forgot and dreamt about leaving Wanted to be asleep in the backseat Then I wake up and I'm still a thousand miles east From where you'll be Under those narrows, narrows Narrows, narrows Narrows, narrows Narrows, narrows Narrows, narrows Narrows, narrows Narrows, narrows Narrows, narrows Narrows From Letras Mania