| From the sky we look so organized and brave
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| Walls that make up barricades and graves
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| Daddy’s little empire built by hands and built by slaves
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| From the sky we look so organized and brave
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| In the heat I saw you rising from the dirt
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| Drunk, in tears and tugging at your skirt
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| If only you could tell me then what part of you got hurt
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| In the heat I saw you rising from the dirt
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| Take my hand, baby, we’re over land
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| I know flying over water makes you cry
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| Where’s that liquor cart?
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| Maybe we shouldn’t start
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| But I can’t for the life of me say why
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| From the sky, the highway’s straight as it could be
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| A string pulled tight from home to Tennessee
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| And still somehow those ditches took the better part of me
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| From the sky, the highway’s straight as it could be
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| Take my hand, baby, we’re over land
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| I know flying over water makes you cry
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| Been in the sky so long, seems like the long way home
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| But I can’t for the life of me say why
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| Did we leave our love behind?
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| Would we leave our love behind?
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| Did we leave our love behind?
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| Would we leave our love behind?
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| Take my hand, baby, we’re over land
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| I know flying over water makes you cry
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| Been in the sky so long, seems like the long way home
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| But I can’t for the life of me say why
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| Did we leave our love behind?
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| Did we leave our love behind? |