| Where I came from there were no hills at all
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| The land was flat, the highway straight and wide
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| My brother and I would drive for hours
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| Like we had years instead of days
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| Our faces as pale as the dirty snow
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| Once I knew there was a love divine
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| Then came a time I thought it knew me not
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| Who can forgive forgiveness where forgiveness is not
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| Only the lamb as white as snow
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| And the water, it was icy
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| As it washed over me
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| And the moon shone above me
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| Now this dry ground, it bears no fruit at all
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| Only poppies laugh under the crescent moon
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| The road refuses strangers
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| The land, the seeds we sow
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| Where might we find the lamb as white as snow
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| As boys we would go hunting in the woods
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| To sleep the night shooting out the stars
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| Now the wolves are every passing stranger
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| Every face we cannot know
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| If only a heart could be as white as snow
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| If only a heart could be as white as snow |