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I have paid my debts sometimes |
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With awkward silences |
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I was given two ears of corn and the bow |
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I ate the one, and sowed the other |
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And brother, I aim straight for the road |
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And brother, I aim straight for the road |
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With my wings in one hand and lead in the other |
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From the cross roads to the shore |
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What the horizon only tells to us ghosts |
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Is that when it is quiet in our heart |
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We become the diesel |
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We become the smoke |
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We become the prairie |
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We become the spark |
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And the only song coming through on the radio |
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And the only song comin' in on the radio |
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Well you take that map of the falling sky and you lay it Across your heart |
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And the loneliness between us is right where you are |
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The loneliness is right where you are |
