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You can tell a few things about the soul of a town |
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From the blood of the men gone in the ground |
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Bankrupt and buried by war that is carried out |
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By messengers now |
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Was born here and married too young staring |
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The nose of the barrel down |
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Went milk to whiskey to the courthouse sitting |
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With her stoned in her wedding gown |
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My birthday's in two months and I'll be twenty one |
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I am the second oldest to an only son |
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Third generation to carry a gun |
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I've got brown eyes like my mother does |
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First I saw blood was in a soldier's hair |
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Drying to his forehead in the dessert air |
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I knew his name once but his face I don't dare |
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Recall in the moments I go back there |
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Off the record do you see my tears |
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On my face and in my ears |
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As the silos reappear |
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And all of our journeys have led us right back here |
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There's something in the water we've been passing around |
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We've eaten the berries there is no doubt |
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Like our father before us in his paper crown |
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Kings of nowhere that was ever found |
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The angels that used to be guarding our beds |
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Have all wandered off and left us instead |
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Too strung out and much too sick to defend |
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Laying in the bathwater all lit up again |
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It's not a rumor it's more than true |
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There's nothing I wouldn't do |
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Be somewhere with only you |
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Share a little of these constellation blues |
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When it comes to my death let it be slow |
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May I be hunted in the hills I know |
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Let God be certain I was ready to go |
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But keep that secret from my children though |
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