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People change, families grow |
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There are hands I am holding |
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That I didn't know |
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Back when home was a place |
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And I thought that growing up was a phase |
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There are wrinkles on my hands |
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That weren't there |
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When I started making plans |
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And plans change |
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Iowa, I don't know how to leave you |
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Don't know how to tell you goodbye |
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Iowa, I am a field after harvest |
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Sowing under a new sky |
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Iowa |
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My soul is weathered but green |
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When a storm passes over the roots are unseen |
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Until all is laid bare |
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And the hope that I needed was already there |
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Iowa, I don't know how to leave you |
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Don't know how to tell you goodbye |
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Iowa, I am a field after harvest |
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Sowing under a new sky |
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Iowa |
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There are wrinkles on my hands |
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That weren't there |
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When I started making plans |
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And plans change |
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But you haven't changed |
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Iowa, I don't know how to leave you |
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Don't know how to tell you goodbye |
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Iowa, I am a field after harvest |
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Sowing under a new sky |
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Iowa |
