| Feel the beat of the Heartland, honey
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| The river’s running slow
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| Down here at he waters edge, where
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| It’s a slippery slope
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| Down in the Lowlands
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| You reach out for a helping hand and
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| All you get is a rope
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| Round here it’s a buyers market, if you
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| Wanna sell your soul
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| Down in the Lowlands
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| Been at the bottom such a long time baby
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| It almost feels like home
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| Sinking fast like our hearts are made of stone
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| Might be broke but we’re still breathing
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| And someway, somehow we’re leaving
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| There’s only one way left to go
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| Out of the Lowlands
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| Rusted cars with busted taillights
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| Going nowhere and fast
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| Empty shells and broken bottles
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| I guess, even dreamers crash
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| Down in the Lowlands
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| Been at the bottom such a long time baby
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| It almost feels like home
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| Sinking fast like our hearts are made of stone
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| Might be broke but we’re still breathing
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| And someway, somehow we’re leaving
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| There’s only one way left to go
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| Out of the Lowlands
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| Been at the bottom such a long time baby
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| It almost feels like home
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| Sinking fast like our hearts are made of stone
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| Might be broke but we’re still breathing
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| And someway, somehow we’re leaving
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| There’s only one way left to go
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| Out of the Lowlands |