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Somewhere, someone's calling. |
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6 o'clock on a Thursday evening |
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I saw the smoke rise orange in the sky |
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I watched the fire climb over the hilltops. |
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Canyon's burning |
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Canyon's burning down. |
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Hear the trees crying |
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All the years dying |
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Fire has turned the hills into ashes |
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And as the sun ran down from the sky |
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The canyon burned. |
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Canyon's burning |
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Canyon's burning down. |
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Ashes, long lying |
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Memories, slow dying |
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Fire has gone and the rain has fallen |
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The winter has passed and the springtime is near |
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But under the wind someone is calling. |
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Canyon's burning |
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Canyon's burning down. |
