playing our game, and asking my name
the sheriff is my shadow
riding his train and singing my refrain
the sheriff is my confessional box
offering penance for the sin i'm in
the sheriff is my country pond
demanding reflection, introspection, resurrection
the sheriff is my hat
on my mind all the time
i thumbtack a poster to the starbuck board
telling him my name
hoping he ends our game
telling him my name
hoping he ends our little game
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