| All I want is brick house with a porch that wraps around
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| All I want is land enough for my children to run
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| In the highest pitch of grace, the end of trial and gratitude
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| It was for you that all others I did forsake
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| For you all others I would forsake
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| How could it have been so often that we did speak of purpose and of having
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| Dreamt his body with his back to the lake, certain depths I cannot place
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| Walk and talk fine through all of the days, still I miss the words you’d say
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| Past the point now of trusting it to change
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| I’ve just learned to live around it
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| Still, I will sleep too long or I will hardly sleep at all
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| So from where does energy come
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| Meet me by the fire door, of happiness I don’t ask more
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| She is who I cut root vegetables beside, with you still in my mind
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| It is with them that we spend our nights, laughter that tides through the rest
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| But I liked it best when the morning had not left
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| And wake was not yet in your eyes
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| High, high, high, low, low, low
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| I would have seen you through both
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| Sunshine Marmalade |