| I want to bury your face in the midwestern dirt
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| To dull the shape
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| And cut that hand that changed my name
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| Polishing
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| And my next words could be my last
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| My clumsy mouth and the egg shells cracked
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| And oh no, oh no, oh no no, oh no, oh no no
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| I’m sinking in deeper, midwestern dirt
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| Sinking in deeper, midwestern dirt
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| Did you ever want to start?
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| Or just watch my love
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| Some impulse buy
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| You couldn’t take your eyes off of
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| Some clean white slate for you to fill in the blanks
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| Then show me off
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| You show me off
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| And my next words could be my last
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| My clumsy mouth and the egg shells cracked
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| And oh no, oh no, oh no no, oh no, oh no no
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| I’m sinking in deeper, midwestern dirt
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| Sinking in deeper, midwestern dirt
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| I’m sinking in deeper, midwestern dirt
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| I’m sinking in deeper, Midwestern dirt
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| I’m sinking in deeper, midwestern dirt
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| I’m sinking in deeper, midwestern dirt
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| I’m sinking in deeper, midwestern dirt
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| I’m sinking in deeper, midwestern dirt
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| And you’ll stay above me forever
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| Like you stay above me now
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| And you’ll stay above me forever
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| Like you stay above me now
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| And you’ll stay above me forever
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| Like you stay above me now
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| And you’ll stay above me forever
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| Like you stay above me now
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| And you’ll stay above me here forever
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| Just like you stay above me right now |