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Country day |
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a day in the unknown |
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a gentle breeze gently blowin' |
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country day |
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Country day |
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a day in the unknown |
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a gentle breeze gently blowin' |
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country day |
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we're Mr and Mrs Smoke and thing are finally clickin' |
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Still having trouble with the things that aren't meaningful |
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but ya really clickin' |
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our dreams are where we at |
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what we can see and touch |
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with work we understand |
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we don't want for much |
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Country day |
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a day in the unknown |
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a gentle breeze gently blowin |
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country day |
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Country day |
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another day in the unknown |
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I can feel it in my bones |
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country day |
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You infiltrate my life |
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you resonate with meaning |
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I wrote I love you on a rock one night |
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and threw it never dreaming |
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now our dreams are where we're at |
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what we can feel and touch |
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its work we understand |
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we don't want for much |
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Country day |
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a day in the unknown |
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a gentle breeze gently blowin |
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country day |
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Country day |
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another day in the unknown |
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I can feel it deep in my bones |
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country day |
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And that rock |
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it missed your head |
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through it didn't miss by much |
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I remember what you said |
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no i mean it |
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I am touched |
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and somehow it is enough |
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so god keep our land |
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cuz we certainly can't |
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until the darkness ends |
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until the sun tries again |
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our dreams are where we're at |
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what we can smell and touch |
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work we understand |
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we don't want too much |
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Country day |
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a day in the unknown |
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a gentle breeze gently blowin |
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country day |
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Country day |
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another day in the unknown |
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Drawing gently to a close |
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country day |
