| Well I’m huntin' down the rabbit holes I saw out by the lake
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| You told me they grow farther from the water when it rains
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| I met a man who promised every one that he had changed
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| But there he was by the river with a rock 'tached to his waist
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| If it rains, the crops will grow twice as big
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| If it doesn’t rain, we’ll live
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| With an apple in my mouth, I bit off more than I can chew
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| But wash it down with whiskey and I’m left thinking of you
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| When maple leaves are autumn green, there’s nothing I can do
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| But wait for them to change into something with value
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| So when my leaves grow dark and old
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| They’ll be kept alive by the stories told
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| 'Cause every word has kept me warm
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| Even when it’s as cold as this
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| And I’m not alone
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| Your face is as white as snow
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| You said if it rains, the crops will grow twice as big
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| If it doesn’t rain, I won’t give a shit
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| 'Cause there will be a cityscape where that pasture is
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| So if it doesn’t rain, we’ll live |