| Country day
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| A day in the unknown
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| A gentle breeze gently blowin'
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| Country day
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| We’re Mr and Mrs Smoke and thing are finally clickin'
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| Still having trouble with the things that aren’t meaningful
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| But ya really clickin'
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| Our dreams are where we at
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| What we can see and touch
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| With work we understand
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| We don’t want for much
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| Country day
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| A day in the unknown
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| A gentle breeze gently blowin
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| Country day
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| Country day
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| Another day in the unknown
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| I can feel it in my bones
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| Country day
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| You infiltrate my life
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| You resonate with meaning
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| I wrote I love you on a rock one night
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| And threw it never dreaming
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| Now our dreams are where we’re at
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| What we can feel and touch
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| Its work we understand
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| We don’t want for much
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| Country day
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| A day in the unknown
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| A gentle breeze gently blowin
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| Country day
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| Country day
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| Another day in the unknown
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| I can feel it deep in my bones
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| Country day
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| And that rock
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| It missed your head
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| Through it didn’t miss by much
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| I remember what you said
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| No i mean it
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| I am touched
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| And somehow it is enough
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| So god keep our land
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| Cuz we certainly can’t
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| Until the darkness ends
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| Until the sun tries again
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| Our dreams are where we’re at
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| What we can smell and touch
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| Work we understand
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| We don’t want too much
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| Country day
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| A day in the unknown
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| A gentle breeze gently blowin
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| Country day
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| Country day
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| Another day in the unknown
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| Drawing gently to a close
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| Country day |