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Cold morning in the Midwest |
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Winter earth in a wedding dress |
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Sun creeping over those blue angels of death |
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So much corn and loss and God |
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Hold the Good Book tight |
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For fear the fields will swallow you at night |
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Landing low over the prisons |
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Omaha at Eppley field |
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Inmates down in the courtyard |
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So close that I can feel |
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So much rage and hope and grief |
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And this dream of getting free |
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Fueled by the sound of airplanes as they leave |
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Oh my friend, is that your hand in mine? |
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This valley grows darker each time |
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Oh my friend the soul seems made from such a thread |
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No matter how it tears it always tries to mend |
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Seems death is my new neighbor |
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He watches me in my garden |
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His silhouette in the window so terrible and handsome |
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If I turn away, or if I watch him carefully |
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Will I not fall in love today? |
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Oh my friend is that your hand in mine... |
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This valley grows darker each time |
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Oh my friend the soul seems made from such a thread |
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No matter how it tears it always tries to mend |
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Do unto others, love thy brother |
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Yea tho we walk tho we walk |
