| Seen you smiling, good as rain
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| to the scorched moss in the canyons and the burning leaves
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| The windmills with their sorrow and cold eye
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| standing on a hill
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| With arms as still as dirt in a tomb
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| crying «where is the wind?»
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| the places that we’ve come and been
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| nearly brought us to our knees
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| I see your smile through the fire of the burning lives
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| Ashes whipping up like water down a drain
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| Hang your head…
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| Heard you laughing as real as tears
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| the sound comes falling off your lips and eyes
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| and shakes the ground
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| The scarecrows with their spiteful eyes
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| their arms hung down to their sides
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| Wondering what of their great deed deserves such defeat
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| I’ve seen a killing in the cold wild snow
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| The tones that rang from off the blade
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| were never heard beyond the deed
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| I see your smile through the fire of burning lives
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| ashes whipping up like water down a drain
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| Hang your head on me.
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| [With luck we’ll haul her
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| this stinking swamp will surely drown
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| The ocean wind had gone through
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| the scars they’re hidden from their head
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| It’s hidden in the tree
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| they were swinging like a frightful runnin'
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| And the heart as naked as a Jaybird
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| it brought me on my knees…]
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| I see your smile through the fire of burning lives
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| ashes whipping up like water down a drain
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| Hold your head high! |