| Wood burnin' up on the hill
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| Cedar drawer full of pills, and it’s quiet
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| Like snow through the tree
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| And I did what I did
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| And I didn’t mean anything
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| Where you come from and where you go
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| Who you talk to and who you know
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| When you’re lying in fields of green
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| Well I did what I did
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| And I didn’t mean anything
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| The sunrise, dry eyes, red morning
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| Smoke stacks, old hats, I’m still learning
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| I don’t know how I got this far down
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| Where’s the ceiling?
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| Her eyes are wide open right out of her head
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| 'Cause she’s cleared of a crime that she could not commit
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| Well I did what I did
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| And I’d do it all over again
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| I remember everything
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| Little girl learning to sing 'cause she’s crying all over me
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| Well I did what I did, and I didn’t mean anything
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| Her eyes are wide open right out of her head
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| 'Cause she’s cleared of a crime that she could not commit
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| Well I did what I did
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| And I’d do it all over again
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| We should be easy |