| I saw the scatterlight streaming
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| Down through the century trees
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| Bloodfern and juniper
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| Sweeteye and shattercane weeds
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| I saw the cloud from the cabin
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| Slate rock and teeming with storm
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| Carrion bird caught in the hearth
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| And killed by collision with door
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| Feathers all over the floor
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| I’ll be home where I go
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| I’ll be home wherever I go
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| I’ll be home where I go someday
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| Buckshot rang out in the distance
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| Over and over again
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| River the moon shiver
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| I saw my sister jump in
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| And I saw my brother in Dallas
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| Quietly drunk every day
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| Gentle and kind and lost in his mind
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| And surprised when his wife went away
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| And I saw the killers in costume
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| And I saw their satellites burn
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| And I saw them measure their money
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| In whether they look like the people they hurt
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| Maybe that’s just who we were
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| I’ll be home where I go
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| I’ll be home wherever I go
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| I’ll be home where I go someday
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| I wake up staggering lonely
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| Birdsong and particle air
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| Her letter in my jacket
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| I carry myself down the stairs
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| Lena she treated me easy
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| She found me wherever I was
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| Bloodfern and juniper
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| Sweeteye and shattercane
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| That never felt like enough
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| That never felt like enough
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| I’ll be home where I go
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| I’ll be home wherever I go
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| I’ll be home where I go someday
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| I’ll be home where I go
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| I’ll be home wherever I go
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| I’ll be home where I go someday |