(Dan Messe)
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I am holding half an acre
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Torn from the map of Michigan
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And folded in this scrap of paper
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Is the land I grew in
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Think of every town you've lived in
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Every room you lay your head
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And what is it that you remember
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Do you carry every sadness with you
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Every hour your heart was broken
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Every night the fear and darkness
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Lay down with you
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A man is walking on the highway
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A woman stares out at the sea
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And light is only now just breaking
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So we carry every sadness with us
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Every hour our hearts were broken
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Every night the fear and darkness
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Lay down with us
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But I am holding half an acre
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Torn from the map of Michigan
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I am carrying this scrap of paper
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That can crack the darkest sky wide open
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Every burden taken from me
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Every night my heart unfolding
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My home
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Half Acre
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