| The wind holds us like ears of corn
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| We listen with our eyes closed
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| All we know is the sun
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| With the wind we grow to the sun
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| We keep our place in line
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| We move slowly inch by inch
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| We stare at the gate
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| We show papers to the guard
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| I pray the harvest comes
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| 'Cause when the harvest comes
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| I know there someone waitin' for me
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| There’s someone waitin' for me
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| Oh, give the blind their victory
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| Their toxic eyes, their empty lives
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| Let 'em go, set them free
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| 'Cause when the harvest comes
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| I know there someone waitin' for me
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| There’s someone waitin' for me
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| There’s someone waitin' for me
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| There’s someone waitin' for me
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| There’s someone waitin' for me
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| There’s someone waitin' for me
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| There’s someone waitin' for me
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| There’s someone waitin' for me |