The darkness, the coal mines knew it best
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When the daylight headed west and disappeared
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Progression, on the morning goes
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But regardless no one knows the day has cleared
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Oh we are blind
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I'll be the flowers of the field that slowly bloom
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While you are soundly sleeping on the ground
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And I'll be your escort in a sad waltz around the room
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I'll twirl you all around without a sound
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The snowfall, the great lakes know it best
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When the summers travel west and disappear
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Like dry ice, the snowcaps on the hills
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Melt like 50 dollar bills of our new year
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Oh we are cold
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I'll be the flowers of the field that slowly bloom
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While you are soundly sleeping on the ground
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And I'll be your escort in a sad waltz around the room
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I'll twirl you all around without a sound
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We're trying hard to alleviate this dizzy feeling
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We're skipping meals because it feels that bad
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If we survive we'll stay alive below the ceiling
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Of new atmospheres and brighter years that we'll have
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Flowers Of The Field
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Sky Sailing |