| Oh she turns over and over again burning
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| Or more glowing in that way
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| Let’s make a fire she said
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| And use our lives to fan the flames
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| It’s a privilege to see it happen
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| With full hands never still
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| On fire she moves with every turning
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| Backwards above the ground
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| While her husband lays there
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| Still pushing memories around
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| And all the corners in every town across the plains
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| The ants in East Texas plan their lives
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| In cities below the power lines
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| But we won’t ever know
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| About that thin wire
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| Little lightning pieces
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| Vibrating electric
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| It’s on that thin wire
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| We’re all enemy
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| All family
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| The sun is making dancers up ahead
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| Heating up as far as I can see
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| Is this the same way everywhere
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| The way the road can make a wave
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| Right in the middle of it all
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| It’s that kind of medicine
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| It’ll- oh it’ll work the same way every time and next time
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| All fingers pointing out the edge
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| You said to keep making it
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| Until something makes sense
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| It’s ok, no it’s not
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| It won’t stop moving
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| It’s always changing
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| Hold on
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| How does the future ever get made
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| From what we say
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| But for action and grace
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| And the time that we make
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| Innocence and that is not
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| Insignificant
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| Out here huntin' for the start
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| But it’s just the opposite of that
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| Two hearts in the stands
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| Near the coast
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| Hold on hold on with your hands
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| Wherever you go
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| No matter where you go
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| Inside of you is home
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| Build it strong, keep us safe
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| That’s the way, grow it high
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| And every way, make a home
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| Keep us safe
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| They won’t ever know
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| About that thin wire
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| Little lightning pieces
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| Vibrating electric
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| On that thin wire
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| We’re all enemy
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| All family
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| It’s on that thin wire
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| We’re all holding onto
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| Moving back and forth
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| Vibrating electric
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| In the wind
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| On that thin wire
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| Little folded fingers
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| All family
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| Swaying back and forth
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| Vibrating electric in the wind
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| On that thin wire
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| Little folded fingers
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| On that old wire
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| We’re all enemy
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| All family |