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Was a man took a hand, cleared the ground |
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Dug a hole we called home |
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Sprawled here |
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Eleven years, forty-four seasons |
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We came unstuck and it stung |
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Unstuck-ness flew me |
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Though the air whispered in my ear |
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This is chaos and it stings |
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Tiny strings across the |
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United States |
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Run from you to me and to everyone we ever breathed with |
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I don't care if you're sad |
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I don't care if you're heart is breaking |
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You soothe me and you turn me on |
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Speed and sleep |
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I lock the dogs in the car |
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And cut across the parking |
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L'm far away today |
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But I might as well not be |
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You quit making mistakes |
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I might not leave |
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You quit making mistakes |
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I might just stay |