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Was a man took a hand, cleared the ground Dug a hole we called home Sprawled here Eleven years, forty-four seasons We came unstuck and it stung Unstuck-ness flew me Though the air whispered in my ear This is chaos and it stings Tiny strings across the United States Run from you to me and to everyone we ever breathed with I don't care if you're sad I don't care if you're heart is breaking You soothe me and you turn me on Speed and sleep I lock the dogs in the car And cut across the parking L'm far away today But I might as well not be You quit making mistakes I might not leave You quit making mistakes I might just stay From Letras Mania