| I’m terrified to pierce the sky
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| Then sit at home and wonder why
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| Preoccupied with vanity and wealth
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| Well my body, attacks itself
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| Memories make you clutch your babies
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| Thank the Lord that we have the rockery
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| Collapse, unto the earthen floor
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| Think you’re heavy, I highly doubt it
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| Try walking through a pandemic
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| You’re gonna care where eagles dare
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| Decompose, see how you fare
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| Memories make you clutch your babies
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| Thank the Lord that we have the rockery
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| Collapse, unto the earthen floor
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| And it feels like none of this works
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| The quiet weight of snow or church
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| In the town known for soul
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| Warm sun and rock and roll
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| Forefathers sang the blues
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| Three mothers paced the room
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| Ghost cowboys, they glide the range
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| As serious as prayers on a plane
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| Gone slight as you clutch the cart
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| Feel shame, as you’re torn apart
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| Collapse, unto the earthen floor
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| Memories make you clutch your babies
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| Thank the Lord that we have the rockery
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| Cause those families don’t live here anymore |