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The scenery rides by just like floats lost in a parade where the palms and tumbleweeds sail right past the homes they stretch and they fade rolling like movie credits far beneath the clear skies How wary does the West carry so many sights -- yeah, let's see the sights! Slow prayers with no answers must go somewhere Fall away And the Wild West is a slow pan and the sunshine is fake and the ocean is just painted on a backdrop downtown The miniature sprawls blur from the set lights and the heat where the summer's path with charades right where the sidewalks crack and they meet just like a sad, sad actress right before her last scene How wary does the West carry so many sights -- yeah, let's see the sights! Slow prayers with no answers must go somewhere Fall away And the Wild West is a slow pan and the sunshine is fake and the ocean is just painted on a backdrop somewhere downtown