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Sun sets in an ocean of brown farmland haze |
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Power lines draped across roads you could drive on for days |
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Well it's all too perfect |
| [01:10] |
Time to look back at us now |
| [01:19] |
Endless and empty like Kansas |
| [01:27] |
Our cities of clouds |
| [01:32] |
Flat on the table like Kansas |
| [01:41] |
I lay down in sheets suddenly worn threadbare |
| [01:53] |
Every wall I lean on transforms to sliding doors and thin air |
| [02:06] |
Well I hope yours is kinder |
| [02:13] |
Let go of this when you find her |
| [02:21] |
Bury this hard |
| [02:26] |
Down underneath your white canvas |
| [02:33] |
Our houses of cards |
| [02:38] |
Flat on the table like Kansas |
| [02:48] |
It's not regret just an unexpected accounting of debts |
| [02:58] |
Only now called |
| [03:01] |
No it's not regret just remembrance is all |
| [03:07] |
Of how close we had come |
| [03:10] |
The war almost won |
| [03:13] |
But I sent up our flag and moved on |
| [03:18] |
You and I |
| [03:23] |
Lost to the winter like Kansas |
| [03:30] |
And all my goodbyes |
| [03:35] |
Flat on the table like Kansas |
| [04:04] |
This accounting of debts only now called |
