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I remember the dark clouds raining dust for days on end
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Blew all the Earth out to California
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Just left us here with the wind
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Desperate times, you know everbody's part
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It's your own lines you'd like to forget
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Till what you were meets what you've now become
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And grins and says  Hey, haven't we met

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Lost my first born that Winter
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My wife on the first day of Spring
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So I poured my sweat to the Earth
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to see what that harvest would bring
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And I remember how the fury
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just like a plague of locusts
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Egypt's punishment for sins of pride
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Is that now what has come over us
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How much of this was meant to be
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How much the work of the Devil
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How far can one man's eyes really see
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In these days of toil and trouble

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Honey, we're all resplendent,
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Yeah honey, we are all thrift store
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Like a wine-o with a $20 bill
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Yeah, forever and eternally yours
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And I can make you promises
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If you don't expect too much,
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Yes, and I will run the distance
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If you'll please, please excuse my crutch
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How much of this was meant to be
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How much the work of the Devil
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How far can one man's eyes really see
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In these days of toil and trouble
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How much of this is failing flesh
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How much a course of retribution
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My, my, how loudly we plead our innocence
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Long after we made our contribution