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[ti:By The Trees] |
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[ar:Friend of All the World] |
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[al:The Wild] |
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Two lone men |
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Standing on a road |
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A line that's cut out of the wild |
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One turns in, throwing down his load |
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Said I've been wondering for miles |
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Why was I dealing out my time? |
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2AC rumbles as it goes |
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Red and clay and dust for miles |
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Sunflower stalks bending in their rows |
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Rise in cool hours of the night |
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But I am waiting for a child |
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Her eyes are blue and wild |
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And miles and miles... |
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I heard quaking on the trees |
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And I awoke |
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Like I'd been shaken from a dream |
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And I heard wispering on the leaves |
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And roots that wrote the words |
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We hid away like thieves |
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I heard quaking on the trees |
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And I awoke |
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Like I'd been shaken from a dream |
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And I heard wispering on the leaves |
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And roots that wrote the words |
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We hid away like thieves |
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And the trees, they yawned and woke |
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And I'd been walking in a dream |
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The trees, the words they spoke |
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Were lines they'd stolen from a dream... |
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And now we rise |
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