"Howdy, lem," my grandfather said with his eyes closed
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Wiping the eastbound dust from his sunburned brow
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A life before doubt.
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I smell the engine grease and mint the wind is blending
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Under the moan of rotting elm in the silo floor.
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Down a hill of pine tree quills we made our way
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To the bottom and the ferns where thick moss grows
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Beside a stream.
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Under the rocks are snails and we can fills our pockets
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And let them go one by one all day in a brand new place.
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You were no ordinary drain on her defenses
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And she was no ordinary girl
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Oh, Inverted World
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If every moment of our lives
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Were cradled softly in the hands of some strange and gentle child
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I'd not roll my eyes so.
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One By One All Day
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| The Shins |
