| Well I own this field,
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| And I wrote the sky,
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| And I have no reason to reason with you.
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| I’d be sad that I never held your hand as you were lowered,
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| But I’d understand that I’d never let it go.
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| I’d be sad that I never held your hand as you were lowered,
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| But I’d understand the world does what it does.
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| You never did learn to let the little things go.
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| You never did learn to let me be.
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| You never did learn to let little people grow.
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| You never did learn how to see.
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| But I’d whisper that I love this man,
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| Now and for forever,
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| To your soul as it floats out of the window,
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| To the world that you turned your back on,
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| To the world that never let you be.
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| And I am lower now, and lower still,
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| And you did always say that one day I would suffer.
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| Did always say that people get their pay.
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| You did always say that I was going places,
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| And that you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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| But I couldn’t turn my back on the world for what I like wouldn’t let me.
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| But I couldn’t turn my back on the world for what I like, I needed.
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| And I couldn’t turn my back on the world for what I like wouldn’t let me.
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| And I couldn’t turn my back on the world for what I like, I needed.
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| And I shouldn’t turn my back on the sweet smelling blackberry stone. |