Take your apples from the earth
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And your fingerlings from the air
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If you cried when you were born
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'Cause it ain't fair
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You got nothing, nothing to wear
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And there's a drink that we're all needing
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A need to weep but we have tried
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And though the clouds we keep on seeding
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Still the county remains dry, the county remains dry
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The county remains dry
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I see your coat, that it needs sewing
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And these seeds will sow the corn silk bride
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But in your absence nothing's growing
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And still the county remains dry, the county remains dry
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The county remains dry
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Well still we keep on dreaming
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Of that fifty-year flood
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Of oceans of plasma
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And rivers of blood
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Take your apples from the earth
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And your fingerlings from the air
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If you cried when you were born
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'Cause it ain't fair
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You got nothing, nothing to wear
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Something Biblical
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Andrew Bird |