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In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,
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there's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails.
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And her mom calls out from an apartment balcony,
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"Come on, baby! your bath is ready! it's almost time for sleep!"
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And i wonder, who's the father...
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and i wonder what they call her
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Sierra
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does her mother smoke or does she jog every morning?
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does she drink when she thinks about me, or doesn't she need to drink?
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does she have a man who works a 9 to 5
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does he come home to kiss our young sierra, tuck her in and say goodnight?
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and an extra kiss for mama...
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i want that kiss, that kid, that apartment
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i'm ready to settle down now
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so get that man out of my bed
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i want my daughter back now
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i want to kiss her, tuck her in, and say, "goodnight, my baby girl"
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sierra
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sierra sierra sierra sierra
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i'll never know who you are
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and i don't deserve to
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sierra sierra sierra sierra
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my little girl
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we would have been so...oh, nevermind
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but i'm ready to settle down now
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yeah i'm ready to leave that wrecking ball behind
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I could be your carpenter,
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and you could be my twinkling north star o'er the desert sky.