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Lyrics
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Springtime
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in
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the
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country
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Each
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time
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I'm
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shocked
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by
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the
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light
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The
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world
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lyin'
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fallow
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and
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you
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are
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apart
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from
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me
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Everythin'
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in
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my
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vision
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is
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movement
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and
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life
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Riverboat,
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wheelbarrow,
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wildflower,
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and
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barley
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Springtime
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in
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the
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country
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I
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can
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smell
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summer
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on
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its
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Lyrics
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breath
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Low
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and
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harrowed
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lie
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the
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fields
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and
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the
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heart
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of
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me
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Everythin'
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in
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my
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vision,
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departure,
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and
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death
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Riverboat,
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wheelbarrow,
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wildflower,
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and
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barley
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(The
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healers)
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This
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year,
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I
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swear
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it
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will
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be
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buried
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in
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actions
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(Are
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healin')
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This
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year,
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I
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swear
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it
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will
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Lyrics
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be
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buried
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in
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words
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(The
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diggers
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are
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diggin'
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the
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earth)
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Some
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close
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to
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the
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surface,
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some
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close
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to
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the
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casket
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I
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feel
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as
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useful
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as
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dirt,
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put
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my
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body
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to
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work
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Mmm
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(Oh
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oh
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oh)
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Mmm
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(Oh
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oh
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oh)
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Springtime
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in
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the
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city
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The
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canal
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banks
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are
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empty
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again
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The
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grass
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cryin'
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out
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to
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be
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heated
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by
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bodies
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The
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streets
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for
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the
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laughter
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of
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young
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women
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and
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men
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Canal
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boat
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and
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trolley,
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wildflower,
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and
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barley
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(The
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healers)
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This
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year,
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I
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swear
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it
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will
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be
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buried
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in
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actions
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(Are
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Lyrics
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healin')
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This
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year,
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I
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swear
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it
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will
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be
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buried
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in
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words
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(The
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diggers
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are
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diggin'
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|
the
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earth)
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|
Some
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close
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to
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the
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surface,
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some
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close
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to
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the
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casket
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I
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feel
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as
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useful
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as
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dirt,
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unreal
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unearth
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(The
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healers)
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This
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year,
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I
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swear
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it
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will
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|
Lyrics
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be
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buried
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in
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actions
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(Are
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healin')
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This
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year,
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I
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swear
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it
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will
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be
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buried
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in
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|
words
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|
(The
|
|
diggers
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|
are
|
|
diggin'
|
|
the
|
|
earth)
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|
Some
|
|
close
|
|
to
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|
the
|
|
surface,
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some
|
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close
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|
to
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|
the
|
|
casket
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I
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feel
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|
as
|
|
useful
|
|
as
|
|
dirt,
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put
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my
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body
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to
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work
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Lyrics
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Mmm
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(Oh
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oh
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oh)
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Mmm
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(Oh
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oh
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oh)
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Springtime
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from
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my
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window
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Another
|
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month
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has
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not
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much
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longer
|
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now
|
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The
|
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sun
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hesitates
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more
|
|
on
|
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each
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|
evening's
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darkenin'
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Would
|
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all
|
|
things
|
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God
|
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allows
|
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remain
|
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above
|
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ground
|
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Like
|
|
grief
|
|
and
|
|
sweet
|
|
memory,
|
|
wildflower,
|
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and
|
|
barley
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