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a rifle sits behind her sleeping ear |
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an echo on the cold wall closest neighbor couldn't hear |
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we dug a hole in the fall |
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so now its a frozen burial |
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and she's gone |
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just before the new year |
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well i'm gonna build a cross for the spot between the trees |
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and stick it in firm so it won't sway in their breeze |
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well you and i have trouble making up our half-assed minds |
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but she'd seen 16 years of our kind |
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and what's it like when your memories start to freeze |
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oh and i wonder what it is about dogs and thunder |
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what they hear coming over the fields |
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back hall shelter warm nights in the summer |
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shaking the ground that you lie under |
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well i know you're not here but at least you don't feel it anymore |
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and i came to see you on the day that it happened |
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you said "hey sorry, sar but i gotta go" |
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and i was trying to read some sorta reaction |
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it's something you just can't show |
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so i guess it's time i go |
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across the snowy barnyard just past the drive-in shed |
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a shadow of me in the moon well, i was in a movie in my head |
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this pile of dirt on the ground |
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will sink when nobody is around |
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the winter covers everything but everything's not dead |
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oh and i wonder what it is about dogs and thunder |
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what they hear coming over the fields |
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back hall shelter warm nights in the summer |
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shaking the ground that you lie under |
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well i know you're not here but at least you don't feel it anymore |
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well i know you're not here but at least you don't feel it anymore |
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well i know you're not here but at least you don't feel it anymore |
