Andy do you love me do you think about it will you say
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Turning brushwood into blazes turning summer grass into hay
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Turning sharply past the graveyard to the lakefront with the black waves licking up the stones
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To the swayed back screened in front porch who could ever stay the weight of flesh and bones
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Andy aren't you tired from the sun and rain and river soaking you
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From the beer cans on your dashboard and the bullet hole glass spiderweb staining your rear view
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I have watched you watch an empty road is it only her upon which all of you's depending
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To fill your twenty hour work day while all the fences in this county still need mending
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And in the night I do my checking and fix the broken part with visions of rare beauty
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But in my heart I know I'm second forever fixed in your pursuit it is my duty
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Andy will you toss me a little scrap of something I can taste
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Instead of dust from all the leaving and the smell of summer lying here to waste
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Under the burnt pyre of all the cast away the tiny shoots will spring like questions will you take me
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Out to the fenced field sprinkled with horses, wild in resistance to the taming will you break me
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Will you break me
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Andy
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