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Black birds with bullet holes, bullet holes |
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Scattered across the sky |
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I wonder These steep hills |
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Unto the great light |
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My fingers collapse around my pen |
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Like soldier tryin' to hold up the flag |
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I'm callin' out, once again |
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In this letter to you my friend |
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In this letter to you my friend |
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In this letter to you my friend |
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And don't tell me you been comin' up easy |
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Stop, drop, you're life is greasy |
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You used to say that you would come around |
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But you're never here |
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You have been |
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Up above so high so high so high |
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And lived, in the dirt |
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You have felt |
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Some love |
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And you Have been hurt |
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Well I've gone to shorten my road |
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With a fistful of matches, but nothin' to strike (nothin' to strike) |
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And as we walk along the cove |
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And know that this is right |
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You may think |
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I'm crazy |
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You may think |
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I'm foolish |
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But I'm coming through the lightning |
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Comin' back to you |
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Don't tell me you been comin' up easy |
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Stop, drop, you're life is greasy |
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You used to say that you would come around |
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But you're never here |
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You have been |
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Up above so high so high so high |
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And lived, in the dirt |
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You have felt |
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Some love |
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And you Have been hurt |
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Oh my my my my my my my |
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I'm feelin' fine |
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Oh my my my my my my my |
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I'm comin' through |
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Oh my my my my my my my |
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Oh my my my oh my |
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You have been |
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Up above so high so high so high |
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And lived, in the dirt |
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You have felt |
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Some love |
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And you Have been hurt |
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Oh you have been you have been |
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Up above up above |
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And you've lived and you've lived in the dirt in the dirt |
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Oh you have felt you have felt |
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Some love some love |
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And you were you were |
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Been hurt |
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You have been up above |
