| The radio is busted, down around my place
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| Every tool is rusted, down around my place
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| Creeks and rivers dried up, down around my place
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| My woman’s tears are cried up, down around my place
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| And before there came a flood
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| Some lost all, even blood
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| Now the sun and wind have come and left no trace
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| Down around my place
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| Down around my place
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| These hunting grounds were hallowed, down around my place
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| Exhausted fields lay fallow, down around my place
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| Kingdoms come and crumble, down around my place
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| My prayers are merely mumbles, down around my place
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| And I put my faith in you
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| Did you make that error too?
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| Bound to fail that he might show his grace
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| Down around my place
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| Down around my place
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| Down around my place
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| They said you wouldn’t believe
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| What a paradise this was
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| 'Til every Adam and Eve, Tom, Dick and Harry
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| Started fighting for what he loved
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| So, we fortified the ramparts
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| And we built the mighty towers
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| But it was plain to see, we never were free
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| From the tyranny of the hour
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| The family graves keep winkin', down around my place
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| At every thought I’m thinkin', down around my place
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| While the young ones crowd the table, down around my place
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| Bitchin' about no cable, down around my place
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| And my grandpa says, «Don't worry
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| It’s always the last one in who’s in a hurry
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| To try and slam the door in the next one’s face»
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| Down around my place
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| Down around my place
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| Down around my place
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| Down around my place
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| Down around my place |