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Blackberry Stone |
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Well I, own this field |
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And I wrote this sky |
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And I have no reason, to reason with you |
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I'd be sad that I never held your hand as you were lowered |
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But I'd understand that I'd never let it go |
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I'd be sad that I never held your hand as you were lowered |
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But I'd understand that the world does what it does |
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And you never did learn to let the little things go |
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And you never did learn to let me be |
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And you never did learn to let little people grow |
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And you never did learn how to see |
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But I whisper that I love this man |
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now and for forever to your soul as it floats out off the window |
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To the world that you turned your back on |
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To the world that never really let you be |
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And I am Laura now, and Laura still |
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And you did always say that one day I would suffer |
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You did always say that people get their pay |
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You did always say that I was going places |
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And that you wouldn't have it any other way |
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But I couldn't turn my back on a world, for what I like wouldn't let me |
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But I couldn't turn my back on a world for what I lack I needed |
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And I shouldn't turn my back on sweet smelling Blackberry stone |
