Silence steps with every moment
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The blue subsides and draws me in
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The windmills pass again
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As does the burnt grass
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Blame it on a cigarette
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Soon I'll know this way by heart
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It tore us apart when we couldn't visit
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This river runs so dry
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Still we drowned
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With closed eyes
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Through braided hearts the winds blow broken
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The skies above are lined with the blades
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The sun slows down again
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Behind blackened hillsides
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Where shadows fall with these regrets
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This drive is drawing pictures
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In the heat above
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Trying to convince me
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of a different kind of love.
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(this drive is drawing pictures in my skies)
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Patterson Pass
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Time Spent Driving |