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Big open land you hold the weight of the air in your hands
Big open air you feel the tickle of the trees on your chest
And why'd you go and waste it
The things that you know are makin you a stone wall stone fence
Your stories so old you just tend to keep them
Long winding road
You got a secret but you won't share it
Big open land you hold the weight of the air in your hands
Big open air you feel the tickle of the trees on your chest
And why'd you go and waste it
The things that you know are makin you a stone wall stone fence
Your stories so old you just tend to keep them
Long winding road you got a secret but you won't share it