| Mother and child with magazine
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| Into a story, into a dream
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| Why is there something instead of nothing?
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| And how is the asking built into the hunting?
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| Do you believe in MGM endings?
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| Everybody’s coming back to Christmas for Texas
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| Folks who’ve watched their mother kill an animal know that their home is
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| surrounded by places to go
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| And the west has made a deal with the sun
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| My life at home every day
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| Drinking coke in a kitchen with a dog who doesn’t know his name
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| Oh, right, it could have been anyone
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| Grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass rabbits, grass
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| Nobody cares about a dead hooker
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| Looking like one, standing for many
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| Life finds a limit at the edge of our bodies
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| A stranger begins wherever I see 'em
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| Let’s live where the indoors and the outdoors meet
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| All the kids in the commonwealth are free
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| Every morning you forgive me, every evening you relive me and the thing itself
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| is what you give me
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| And the morning has cut a deal with the east
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| Like, like the, the, the death
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| Air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air crickets, air |