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Well I slept on |
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The solid ground |
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Near your house |
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And it felt just like |
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A barbell wrapped in a shell |
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When I slept on |
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The solid ground |
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Near your house |
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I could feel its weary muscles under the dirt |
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When I slept on |
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The solid ground |
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Right next to you |
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And the frost looked like |
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A castle |
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Wrapped up in a tale |
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When I slept on |
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The solid ground |
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Near your house |
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You could feel by |
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The corner |
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Step right in. |
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In Winter decay |
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When hope and plans seem all but gone |
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You have found a way |
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To make me seem like almost drawn |
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In Winter's decay |
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When hope and plans seem all but gone |
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You have found a way |
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To make me seem like almost drawn |
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In Winter's decay |
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When hope and plans seem all but gone |
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You have found a way |
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To make me seem like almost drawn |
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When I slept on |
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The solid ground |
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Near your house |
