| A life spent treating other’s ills
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| Just to bury all his own
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| And in his own way, he was right
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| But in his time, he told a lot of lies
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| In Utah, packed with dirt
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| He gave blood back to the earth
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| And he knew his brother’s love was unconditional
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| In Utah, packed with dirt
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| He gave blood back to the earth
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| And he knew his brother’s love was unconditional
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| The weeks I spent there in my youth
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| And yet, I never had a clue
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| In all that time, I only saw him on his own
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| But in my own way, I guess I never cared to know
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| In Utah, packed with dirt
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| He gave blood back to the earth
|
| And he knew his brother’s love was unconditional
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| In Utah, packed with dirt
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| He gave blood back to the earth
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| And he knew his brother’s love was unconditional
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| He went into the canyon
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| It was his favorite place
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| To get away
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| He went into the canyon
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| It was his favorite place
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| To get away
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Away
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| Yeah, oh, yeah
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| He went into the canyon
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| It was his favorite place
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| To get away
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| He went into the canyon
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| It was his favorite place
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| To get away
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| In Utah, packed with dirt
|
| He gave blood back to the earth
|
| And he knew his brother’s love was unconditional
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| In Utah, packed with dirt
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| He gave blood back to the earth
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| And he knew his brother’s love was unconditional |