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Where whose trees finally sigh |
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And all the rain has covered |
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Where I was pierced slowly by |
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The happy humming all the more |
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When you look out on the Midwest plain |
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Do you realize the moon is still the same? |
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That rose above Israeli caves |
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The day the words you praised were written |
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When you look out on the Midwest plain |
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Do you realize the moon is still the same? |
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That rose above Israeli caves |
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The day the words you praised were written |
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And the moon stood stock still |
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Under the Joshua tree |
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And we all stood stock still |
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Just waiting to see |
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And the moon stood stock still |
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Under the Joshua tree |
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And we all stood stock still |
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Just waiting to see |
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Oh, we were just waiting to see it |
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Where whose trees finally sigh |
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And the moon sets down highly covered |
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An iceberg skin disguise |
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All brooding brooks lie |
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When you look out on the Midwest plain |
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Do you realize the moon is still the same? |
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That rose above Israeli caves |
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The day the words you praised were written |
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(x4) |
