| God, take me back to the orange grove
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| That I found deep in the desert
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| The air sweet as a miracle
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| It can’t survive but it grows and grows and grows
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| West Texas is dying slow
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| An oil rig in the sunset
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| The air is heavy and filled with smoke
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| There ain’t no quit in the hands that built this home
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| A dog barks in the distance
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| Rusted frames take root in the brush
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| You’ll watch it decay
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| Lie through your teeth and say you’ll resurrect a ghost
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| The paper tigers you made then swore to keep away
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| You’re a knife there at my throat
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| God, take me back to the orange grove
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| Fall came quiet and sudden
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| They’re smoking out of their storm doors
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| Work left town with the summer
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| We’re just trying to keep warm
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| That cough don’t sound any better
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| Another month, try to push through
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| Blood in your spit in the morning
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| Give a fake name at the emergency room
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| There at the edge of losing everything
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| Taking desperate swings in the dark
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| You’ll watch it decay
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| Lie through your teeth and say you’ll resurrect a ghost
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| The paper tigers you made then swore to keep away
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| You’re a knife there at my throat
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| When your mom got sick so slow
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| Did you carry the weight alone?
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| When the bills started to grow
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| Did you carry the weight alone?
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| When the bank came for your home
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| Did you carry the weight alone?
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| When you reap what they sow
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| Do you carry the weight alone?
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| You’ll watch it decay
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| Lie through your teeth and say you’ll resurrect a ghost
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| The paper tigers you made then swore to keep away
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| You’re a knife there at my throat
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| God, take me back to the orange grove |