| In my mind I’m running for the door
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| The fields are green and through blue skies I soar
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| Electric blue shock it brings me back
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| Hear my mind fry and crack and I can’t take this anymore, yeah
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| I can no longer see the colors I pluck off of the tree
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| The words they dry up on my tongue
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| The song it says it can’t be sung
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| Why are you doing this to me?
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| Yeah, why you laughing?
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| Yeah, why you hurting?
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| Oh, no, I found her there
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| In my mind I’m an eagle in the air
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| My grandfather he’s the bear
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| Dance around the firelight
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| Pass the pipe all through the night
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| Grandfather, is that you there?
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| Take away my soaring feather
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| Tie me down with straps of leather
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| Stick my feet in the pool
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| Send the pain up my spine
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| Make me lose what’s inside
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| Take my pride and watch me drool
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| Yeah, why you laughing?
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| Yeah, why you hurting?
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| Oh, no, I found her there
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| This time, yeah, you’ve gone too far
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| My mind is black and it’s scarred
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| It’s in the earth inside the bag
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| Bury me somewhere out in back
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| And write the time down on the card
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| Yeah, why you laughing?
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| Yeah, why you hurting?
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| Oh, no, I found her there, yeah
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| I found her there
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| I found her there
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| Yeah, I found her there |