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See the sunrise over her skin |
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Don't change it |
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See the sunrise over her skin |
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Dawn changes everything |
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And the delta sun burns bright and violet |
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Mississippi and the cotton wool heat |
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Sixty-six the highway that speaks |
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Of deserts dry |
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Of cold grey valleys |
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Of golden sunny heights |
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Of bright shining cities |
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In this heartland |
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In this heartland |
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In this heartland |
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Heaven knows this is a heartland |
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See the sunrise over her skin |
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She feels like water on my hand |
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Freeway like a river cuts through this land |
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Into the side of love |
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Like a burning spear |
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And the poison rain |
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Brings a flood of fear |
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Through the ghost-ranch hills |
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Death valley waters |
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In the towers of steel |
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Belief goes on and on |
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In this heartland |
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In this heartland |
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In this heartland |
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Heaven knows this is a heartland |
