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We have crawled among the elements |
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Taking pictures with a phone |
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Carry buckets over mountains much like we used to |
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Past a riddle in the river |
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Catching fish with just our hands |
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And they taste of some cool pastoral splendor |
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Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin |
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And the sky it opens up like candy |
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And the wind it don't know my name |
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And the sky it opens up like candy |
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And the wind it don't know my name |
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And the warm comes back |
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Even though I thought it would not, yeah |
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I saw the light beyond the sunset |
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Nearby a little country church |
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And it felt a bit like little Jimmy Dickens |
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And the shadows disappear |
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In a day that breathes forever |
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And God comes and gathers up his jewels |
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And the sky it opens up like candy |
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And the wind it don't know my name |
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And the warm comes back |
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Even though I thought it would not, yeah |