| The sun is on the hilltop
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| Casting shadows on things below
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| The afternoon has left the valley cold
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| I raise my eyebrows and grip the dashboard
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| You take the bends like you built the road
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| This is the road you travel
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| Every time you come home
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| The vision awe-inspiring
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| Reception is very poor
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| We listen to tapes rewinding slow
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| This is always exciting
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| When we happen to get along
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| But we seem to end up fighting
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| It’s just an hour or two too long
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| Too long
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| This is the perfect crime
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| When the creek is high
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| On poplar trees the turning leaves
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| Pass the time
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| We’re always asking questions
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| Casting doubts on the things we know
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| The afternoon has left the valley cold
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| If this is a lesson in life
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| If this is a test of love
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| I’ll circle letter D — all of the above
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| Because that’s close enough
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| Close enough
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| This is the perfect crime
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| When the creek is high
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| On poplar trees the turning leaves
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| Pass the time
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| You left your sentence open
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| You left without a sound
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| The words we kept unspoken
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| Bury them in the ground |