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REMOTE
The dust has stained every idea
We wished for rain each coming year

Yeah I’d must cut through each morning
The glare and grit of each day

There were those who came before
They packed their hopes but nothing more

Yeah I’d must cut through each morning
The glare and grit of each day
The glare and grit of each day
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The dust has stained every idea
We wished for rain each coming year
Yeah I’d must cut through each morning
The glare and grit of each day
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