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In the Black Hills, |
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it's so familiar now. |
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Familiar like NPR in the afternoons. |
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It's never too much, 'cause you still may never know |
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the salt on the sidewalks or wether my feet will find me in quicksand erosion,or concrete. |
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These are the questions that rush through my brain |
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on another, but different, sunny day |
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in the Black Hills. |
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I will meet your mother today. |
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I won't be so sure what to do with my hands |
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and I'm never quite so sure where I come from, |
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or what my daddy does. |
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When whiskey isn't speaking from your sweet lips,we still believe in me. |
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These are the questions that rush through my brain |
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on another, but different, sunny day |
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in them Black Hills. |
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I'm so scared of my hands. |
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I'm so scared of those voices on the afternoon radio, |
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and i'm so scared of what my hands are gonna do. |
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I'm so scared to leave Black Hills. |
