(Chris Moore & John McGann)
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Dear Magnolia, I lend you my ear
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Whisper your stories and secrets hidden here
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Of a South that rose, of a South that fell
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Your days of glory, your days of hell
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We'll weep together, praise to the Lord
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Raise up our voices and lay down our swords
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To the souls we've lost, to the souls we've found
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Though they never stop asking us
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Did you really have to take us down
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CHORUS
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Heavy-headed blossoms
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Fragrant as they fall
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I have wandered through the door
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Of everything you stand for
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Heavy-headed blossoms
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Gracefully reveal
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That which I had always felt was missing
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Like the rolling dreams of a wagonless wheel
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Your sweet survival has given rise
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Unto your wisdom and yet you realize
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Though your arms are long, and your reach is wide
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Within your deepest scars
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There are some snakes still hiding
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So Dear Magnolia, I pledge my return
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To the hills between us on which fires still burn
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There we'll stand our ground 'til the moon above
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Comes shining through the smoke
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In the name of love
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Dear Magnolia
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| Mark Erelli |
