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Prairie now isn't that a pretty word |
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Rolls off the tongue like a setting sun |
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You should have heard what I heard |
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A shriek a syllable a sleight of hand |
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Prairie now isn't that a lonely word |
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Slips through the hands like a falling star |
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You should have seen what I saw |
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A mask an artifice a skillful smear |
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If I could pull the nerves from my skin |
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If I could pull the nerves from my skin |
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I would |
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Prairie now isn't that an evil word |
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Trips on its feet like a slouching beast |
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Surely things will change now |
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A start a plan a place to go |
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If I could pull the nerves from my skin |
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If I could pull the nerves from my skin |
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I would |
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Prairie now isn't that a pretty word |
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Rolls off the tongue like a setting sun |
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You should have heard what I heard |
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A shriek a syllable a sleight of hand |
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Surely things will change now |
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Surely things will change now |
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Surely things will change now |
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Surely things will change now |
