| In clusters we move through a farm
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| Somewhere far off the thunder roaring
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| And the fortune teller has fixed her sweetly eyes on my child
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| Sometimes I climb high up in a tree
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| And let the wind blow in my face
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| Sometimes I leave my cares lying in piles
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| Somewhat disturbing
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| Is the sound of her singing
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| When you know you don’t deserve it
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| You’re not here today
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| I feel just like an empty eggshell
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| My yoke is heavy
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| My yoke is heavy
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| My voice is a little horse
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| Galloping lost through the woods
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| Calling your name
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| It’s new to me
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| But just the same
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| The earth is an old canvas painted over many times
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| The poet rambles
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| The world it scrambles
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| But who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men
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| Your shadow knows
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| It’s right behind you all the way
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| Your shadow knows where you’ve been
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| My yoke is heavy
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| My yoke is heavy
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| My yoke is heavy
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| Sacred is the smile
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| That opened up my mind
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| And asked me come save me
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| And rid my cold cold heart
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| Of the dark deep gloom
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| That took up so much room
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| And my many spacious memories
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| My yoke is heavy
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| My yoke is heavy
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| My yoke is heavy |