| One lone tupelo stood against the ironweed
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| The goldenrod that tamed our need
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| For something other than fear and greed
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| Meet me at the edge of the world
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| Expectations great and small
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| Unfettered us as I recall
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| From dreams we scaled before the fall
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| Into the lap of the world
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| Cold hard tied like rebar frames
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| Pale skeleton of the man remains
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| We’re floating checks and naming names
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| Paper airplanes to the edge of the world
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| I remember that face
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| All the miles we misplaced
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| Leave behind all but one trace
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| Walk me to the edge of the world
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| That lone tupelo soon will be on fire
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| For all I know with God’s desire
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| As Autumn in Ohio spirals
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| Off of the edge of the world
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| Here we stand on cold concrete ground
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| ‘Cause someone said they liked the sound
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| I’m thankful that they’ve hung around
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| But I’m craving the edge of the world
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| Is it time to disappear?
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| Oh babe, can we just get out of here?
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| You and me love and no one near
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| Walk me to the edge of the world
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| Meet me at the edge of the world
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| I’m waiting at the edge of the world
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| Meet me at the edge of the world |