As the icy breeze is shattered
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By speaking to us warmly
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(small ones stand up)
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To the nation of duress
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And God yes, it's a mess
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We know this and that
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The romantic soul for us
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In the lost hierarchy of land
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And landowners
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And down will go back up
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Forevermore!
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I must try to believe this
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And if I may consider
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To look out from an opening
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Of freshly painted lines
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And letter perfect designs
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For we know this and that...
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Universal Truths and Cycles
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| Guided By Voices |
