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I am holding half an acre |
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Torn from the map of Michigan |
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And folded in this scrap of paper |
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Is the land I grew in |
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Think of every town you've lived in |
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Every room you lay your head |
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And what is it that you remember |
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Do you carry every sadness with you |
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Every hour your heart was broken |
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Every night the fear and darkness |
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Lay down with you |
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A man is walking on the highway |
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A woman stares out at the sea |
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And light is only now just breaking |
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So we carry every sadness with us |
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Every hour our hearts were broken |
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Every night the fear and darkness |
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Lay down with us |
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But I am holding half an acre |
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Torn from the map of Michigan |
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I am carrying this scrap of paper |
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That can crack the darkest sky wide open |
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Every burden taken from me |
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Every night my heart unfolding |
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My home |