See the bluebird fly easy as a dream
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Dipping and bobbing in the sun
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Could she be the one I saw so long ago
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Could she be the one to take me home
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This pasture is green
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I'm walking in the sun
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It's turning brown
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I'm standing in the rain
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My overcoat is worn
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The pockets are all torn
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I'm moving away from the pain
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Tick-tock
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The clock on the wall
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No wonder we're losing time
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Ring, ring
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The old church bell
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The bride and her love
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Seeking guidance from above
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Amber waves of grain bow in the prairie wind
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I'm hearing Willie singing on the radio again
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That song from 9/11 keeps ringing in my head
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I'll always remember something Chris Rock said
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Don't send no more candles
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No matter what you do
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Then Willie stopped singing
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And the prairie wind blew
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The green kept rolling on
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For miles and miles
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Fields of fuel rolling on for miles
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Tick-tock
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The clock on the wall
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No wonder we're losing time
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Toll, toll
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The fallen soldier bell
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The old church on the hill
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Still standing when so many fell
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Back when I was young, the birds blocked out the sun
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Before the great migration south
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We only shot a few
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They last the winter through
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Mother cooked them good and served them up
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Somewhere a senator sits in a leather chair
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Behind a big wooden desk
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The caribou we killed mean nothing to him
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He took his money just like all the rest
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Tick-tock
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The clock on the wall
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No wonder we're losing time
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Ring, ring
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Ring the wedding bells
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The bride takes the ring
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And the happy people sing
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No Wonder
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| Neil Young |
