| We will be warm
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| We’ll build a home with a beam of a barn
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| The fenced-in farm
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| Oh city, city, gonna be more
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| I know for sure
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| We’re movin' out past the field of corn
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| The fenced-in farm
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| Oh city, city, gonna be more
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| I lay awake
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| Oh timber, timbre, and the cedar shakes
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| I lay awake
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| Oh timber, timbre, and the cedar shakes
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| And how long 'til we push and pull
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| And how long 'til we’re without people
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| How long 'til we eat up fear
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| And how long 'til we move like dear
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| And how long 'til the spinnin' stops
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| And how long 'til the cult is dropped
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| How long 'til my teeth fall out
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| How long 'til we scream and shout
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| How long do we push and pull
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| And how long 'til we’re without people
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| How long 'til we eat our fear
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| And how long 'til we move like dear
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| How long? |
| x13
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| I lay awake
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| Oh timber, timbre, and the cedar shakes
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| I lay awake
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| Oh timber, timbre, and the cedar shakes |