| We came down a black dirt hill
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| Between the rows of blooming peaches
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| And we scattered leaping fawns
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| As we fell into the ditches
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| Ahead of me ran Jackson
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| Who took a bullet to the chest
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| And beneath the swaying peaches
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| Jackson slowly bled to death
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| But as his green eyes dimmed
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| I saw a fiery mist
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| Drift softly to the clouds
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| From between his cold blue lips
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| Now my eyes were open
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| I stood up between the guns
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| I saw trails of smoke and fire
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| Flying everywhere I looked
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| Like hands of glowing light
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| Trailing up from fallen peaches
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| And around the running fawns
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| Leaping through the branches
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| Across the corpses on the hills
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| The sunset spread her flames
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| And her glowing fingers held me As she dug my shallow grave |