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I'm sick of blowing all this smoke out |
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Trying hard to feel doubt |
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My book dropped to the ground |
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At the part where the frontiers are all pulled down |
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But they couldn't and they wouldn't have |
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They couldn't and they shouldn't have |
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But they could and they would have |
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I inherited a nature |
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In a language all worn out |
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And wallowed by the windows |
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At a rambling house at the edge of |
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What I couldn't have |
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I couldn't and |
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I shouldn't have |
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I could and |
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I should have |
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Someday you'll find a heaven |
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Full of the guilt and freedom |
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Of somewhere younger than |
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AmericaBordering what we can hope to have |
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Through the north woods |
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East out of this slow motion town |
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Through the willows and the aspens' |
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Cause you've been weighed down |
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Full of what |
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You couldn't have |
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You couldn't and you shouldn't have |
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You could and you should have |
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Someday you'll find a heaven |
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Full of the guilt and freedom |
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Of somewhere younger than |
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AmericaBordering what we can hope |
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And from the first edition |
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Of East of |
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EdenYou find a version of |
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AmericaBorn in what we can hope to have |
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Someday you'll find a heaven |
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Full of the guilt and freedom |
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Of somewhere younger than |
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AmericaBordering what we can hope |
