Get down and pray to the oven
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She thinks that god is there, in there
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Do you see Sylvia in the oven?
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Colossal Fact, Daddy? ex don? let you read.
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Here? what she sees.
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In the end her only friend, keeps herself wide open
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looks into a higher ground
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What did husband say was found?
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She found - a daughter going on with her life
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I can? juggle this
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I can? juggle this
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I can? juggle this
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When it slips she says:
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This Kansas wheat won? break me
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and another drink won? take me
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I can make it if you can
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Strip it down wide open still
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Was your head caught in that pill?
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Was your life one big regret?
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The smartest man she ever met
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was not buried or put up on a cross
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And she thinks it? over, still
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if that light won? go on
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There? no hope in life at all
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if the oven won? burn
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This Kansas wheat won? break us
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and another drink won? make us free
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The oven? wide open, hold your breath and see.
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Hold your breath and see . . .
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Oven
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