October's got those orange eyes
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But somehow I still lost sight
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When you lifted the lid off of my pumpkin head
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And kissed me goodnight
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She could be a thorn in my side
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We never quite broke that horse
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She slept in the cul-de-sac rye
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Seven miles from my front porch
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Bundle up and come with me now
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Down the road where to the burned down barn
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We could make a blanket of coats
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And breathe our souls into the neighbor's front lawn
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But, oh god, that look in your eye
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Trouble that does not search words
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It sprung from the biblical vine and
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Awaiting to return to the dirt
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The stitches in your winter clothes
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Your cello bows
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We stole your hair to make them
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We're sorry for the iron shoes
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We nailed to you
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And stuck you in the rain
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And then you sprinted away
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Sprinted away to where I don't know
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God's moving in your bloodstream
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Where the cross beats aren't so slow
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You swept all the red from my cheeks
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I didn't hear you come back inside
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I light up the gas in the den
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And stand there in the thin winter light
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But, oh god, that curve in your spine
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A question mark, a doctor's sigh
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Was framed by the windowsill
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And you saw something I did not in that night
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You saw something I did not in that night
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The stitches in your winter clothes
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Your cello bows
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We stole your hair to make them
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We're sorry for the iron shoes
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We nailed to you
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And stuck you in the rain
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And then you sprinted away
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Sprinted away to where I don't know
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God's moving in your bloodstream
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Where the cross beats aren't so slow
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God's moving in your bloodstream
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Where the cross beats aren't so slow... [x5]
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Broken Horse
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