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Took the ride up |
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To the well for the town |
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I had to see the view of the green |
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Lighting the fire |
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To the words in the way |
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I could hear you breathe |
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I could see you see |
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We want to make up a list of sound |
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The repetition |
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We will not turn down |
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We put our backs down |
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To the tall grass turned gray |
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It helpe to breathe |
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It helped to see |
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We want to make up a list of sound |
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The repetition |
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We will not turn down |
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From the gas station we stole |
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The idea there's nothing to know |
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But it's the open tract of land |
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It's the hardest part for you to understand |
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I could run home in the night |
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Without signs or streets or light |
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To the door where you stood still |
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I could see the spaces in the woods we filled |
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Below us was time |
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And it won't go away |
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I want to see and I want to breathe |
