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Feet stompin' like the thunderclaps, |
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to a tune of my years younger, |
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tryin' to pull the words from the back of my head |
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but the sleep just pulled me under. |
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It pulls you under. |
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Tears steamin' like the rain it pours |
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to a dream of my years younger, |
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trying to pull the feeling of a younger heart |
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but it's hiding from the rain and the thunder. |
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Rain and the thunder. |
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I buried my six string in a lonesome grave |
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to a silence so cold and dreary, |
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it's the only way the wind she howled, |
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you built the road that left you weary. |
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What left you weary? |
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With dirt 'neath my nails and gleam in my eye, |
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dug deeper on down and resurrected |
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a song to make the hardest heart cry. |
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The string did tremble, the drums did boom. |
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In a caravan to the sky, |
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away we all flew under the red of a harvest moon. |
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Somewhere lost in the sky, you flew away with best intentions. |
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I named a star up above for the one |
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who flew away with best intentions. |
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Who flew away |
