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The absurdity is mine |
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And I hold it tight |
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And I want everyone to see it from my eye, eyes |
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That golden shine 'cross the country light |
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That I always think would be falling from the lips of the lord into.. |
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The crucible of history, which is always burning brightly |
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Which is heaped in the Goddamn country, stooped by the sea |
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And we are all on our own |
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There is no kindness |
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There is only violence and smartphones |
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Standin' in the country and I'm about to be |
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Three miles up a trail looking down |
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There's like a deep green sea of tree's |
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The clouds pass over and my knees get weak |
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Oh, and driving through this country |
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I've seen the life that's around, so the wifi abounds |
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I feel a deep heartbreak and a longing |
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I almost forgot what it means to be |
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Standing in this country |
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I drew a gun from the ground |
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Clocked it up and shot around |
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I felt my phone buzz tenderly |
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I heard the notification dinging |
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It was a complicated mess of history, it was a mystery |
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It was absurd and it was inhuman to me |
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Standing in the country |
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Breathing to absurdity |
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But I guess this means that I can be |
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A part of the ever unfolding nature |
