| There is nothing I can do but hold the land
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| All the soil that buries our lives in the palms of my hands
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| And maybe I could let it all fall down
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| Fill the space between you and I, the sky and the ground
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| Hearts beat like buffalo feet, hearts beat beat
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| Hearts beat like buffalo buffalo, hearts beat
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| You made me cry the night you walked the stream
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| Now it runs your hair, your ears, the palms of your feet
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| In your chest I’ve always heard them run
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| It’s the sound of leaving behind the things that you love
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| Hearts beat like buffalo feet, hearts beat beat
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| Hearts beat like buffalo buffalo, hearts beat
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| You won’t be missing the sun that does not show
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| Behind the mountain the absence of it’s glow
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| You won’t be missing the sun that does not show
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| Behind the mountain, darling, the absence of it’s glow
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| Hearts beat like buffalo feet, hearts beat beat
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| Hearts beat like buffalo buffalo, hearts beat
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| Hearts beat like buffalo feet, hearts beat beat
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| Hearts beat like buffalo buffalo, hearts beat
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| It’s the sound of leaving behind the things that you love
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| (Hearts beat like buffalo feet, buffalo buffalo)
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| It’s the sound of leaving behind the things that you love
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| (Hearts beat like buffalo feet, buffalo buffalo)
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| It’s the sound of leaving behind the things that you love
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| (Hearts beat, buffalo buffalo)
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| It’s the sound of leaving behind the things that you love
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| (Hearts beat, buffalo buffalo) |