Wake up, we're here, it's so much worse than we feared
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There's nothing left here, the country has disappeared
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The winter trees bleeding, leave red blood
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The summer sweet dreaming, April blush
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But none of that is ever gonna mean as much to me again
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Hold out your hand, so much you don't understand
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So stick as close as you can, all of the best laid plans
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You've got the white clouds hanging so high above you
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You've got the helicopters dangling, angling to shoot
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The shots to feed the hungry weekend news crew, anchorman
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So every evening we can watch from above
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Crushed cities like a bug
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Fold ourselves into each others guts
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Turn our faces up to the sun
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I won't take no, I won't let you go
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All by yourself, oh no, you need my help
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When the cold night shakes you like a chandelier
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The snowflakes break through the atmosphere
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And melt on the blue breath of the auctioneers and disappear
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Every evening we can watch from above
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Crushed cities like a bug
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Fold ourselves into each others blood
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And turn our faces up to the sun
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Country Disappeared
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Wilco |