| Saw an eagle on a pole
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| I think it was an eagle
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| Watched its shadow fly across the cement
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| I woke up in the snow
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| All the trees were crowds of people
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| No coat, no shoes, no idea where they went
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| I followed the fence-line thin
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| Back where the yard begins
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| My woman, she stood crying like a man
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| So, where have you been?
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| Where have you been?
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| I thought you said that all of that was done
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| El cielo es azul, just don’t go telling everyone
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| Thought the kettle was a train
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| Thought that Monday was a door frame
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| I tried so hard to finally settle down
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| Heard the fire pop and snap
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| Like a tack piano rag
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| I never could get used to happy sounds
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| Yeah, I hope the world’s exposed
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| A cruel and elaborate hoax
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| That convinces me to walk without a cane
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| But what can you do?
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| What can you do?
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| I always heard that what is done is done
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| El cielo es azul, just don’t go telling everyone
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| The past don’t ever quit
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| Those boxes in the attic
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| Baby shoes and taxidermy dreams
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| While the ashes of the dead
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| Like a dandelion head
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| Explode and then are scattered by the breeze
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| And it’s such a long way back
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| To all the fun I had
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| When nothing ever seemed to bother me
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| But what can you do, child?
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| What can you do?
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| Sleep 'neath the stars and toil in the sun
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| El cielo es azul, just don’t go telling everyone
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| El cielo es azul, just don’t go telling everyone |