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Andy |
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Do you love me |
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Do you think about it |
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Will you say |
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Turning brushwood |
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Into blazes |
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Turning summer grass |
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Into hay |
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Turning sharply |
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Past the graveyard |
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To the lakefront |
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With the black waves |
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Licking up the stones |
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To the swayed back |
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Screened in front porch |
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Who could ever stay the weight |
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Of flesh and bones |
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Andy |
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Aren't you tired |
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From the sun and rain |
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And river soaking you |
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From the beer cans |
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On your dashboard |
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And the bullet hole |
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Glass spiderweb |
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Staining your rear view |
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I have watched you |
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Watch an empty road |
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Is it only her |
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Upon which you all |
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Of you is depending |
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To fill your twenty |
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Hour work day |
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While all the fences |
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In this county still need mending |
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Hey |
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And in the night |
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I do my checking |
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And fix the broken parts |
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With visions of rare beauty |
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But in my heart i know i'm second |
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Forever fixed in your pursuit |
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It is my duty |
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Hey |
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Andy |
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Will you toss me |
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A little scrap of something |
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That i can taste |
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Instead of dust from |
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All the leaving |
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And the smell of summer |
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Lying here to waste |
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Under the burnt pyre |
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Of all the cast away |
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The tiny shoots will spring |
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Like questions |
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Will you take me |
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Out to the fenced hill |
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Sprinkled with horses |
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Wild in resistence to the taming |
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Will you break me |
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Will you break me |
