| Red cannas in the sky
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| Red cannas in the sky
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| I didn’t think about it at the time
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| I didn’t think about it at the time
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| But in the desert
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| I think I was trying to write to Georgia O’Keeffe
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| Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia
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| Like Joni Mitchell writes to Amelia Earhart
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| When she is driving, driving, driving in the desert
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| As if a song can communicate
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| With the spirits or awaken the dead
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| I mean, isn’t that what it’s for?
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| I mean, isn’t that what it’s for?
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| I mean, isn’t that what it’s for?
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| Awaken the dead
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| I was but wasn’t quite writing
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| «I spotted six red cannas»
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| As I was driving towards Ghost Ranch
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| In the north of New Mexico
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| New, New, New, New, New, New, New Mexico
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| New, New, New, New, New, New, New Mexico
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| But I was seeing them
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| Red cannas in the sky
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| Red cannas in the sky
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| As they were tearing up the heavens
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| Opening the zipper
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| To let loose all kinds of spirits, of spirits, of spirits
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| And you know, there used to be an ocean here
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| We used to be all under water
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| We used to be all under water
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| Clovis points
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| We used to be all under water
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| The Niobraran Sea
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| We used to be all under water
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| The ocean
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| We used to be all under water
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| The ocean
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| We used to be all under water
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| The ocean, in the ocean
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| We used to be all under water
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| The ocean, the ocean
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| We used to be all under water |