| See the bluebird fly easy as a dream
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| Dipping and bobbing in the sun
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| Could she be the one i saw so long ago
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| Could she be the one to take me home
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| This pasture is green
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| I’m walking in the sun
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| It’s turning brown
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| I’m standing in the rain
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| My overcoat is worn
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| The pockets are all torn
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| I’m moving away from the pain
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| Tick-tock
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| The clock on the wall
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| No wonder we’re losing time
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| Ring, ring
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| The old church bell
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| The bride and her love
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| Seeking guidance from above
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| Amber waves of grain bow in the prairie wind
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| I’m hearing willie singing on the radio again
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| That song from 9/11 keeps ringing in my head
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| I’ll always remember something Chris Rock said
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| Don’t send no more candles
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| No matter what you do
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| Then willie stopped singing
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| And the prairie wind blew
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| The green kept rolling on
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| For miles and miles
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| Fields of fuel rolling on for miles
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| Tick-tock
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| The clock on the wall
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| No wonder we’re losing time
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| Toll, toll
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| The fallen soldier bell
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| The old church on the hill
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| Still standing when so many fell
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| Back when i was young, the birds blocked out the sun
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| Before the great migration south
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| We only shot a few
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| They last the winter through
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| Mother cooked them good and served them up
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| Somewhere a senator sits in a leather chair
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| Behind a big wooden desk
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| The caribou we killed mean nothing to him
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| He took his money just like all the rest
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| Tick-tock
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| The clock on the wall
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| No wonder we’re losing time
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| Ring, ring
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| Ring the wedding bells
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| The bride takes the ring
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| And the happy people sing |