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Prairie now isn`t that a pretty word
Rolls off the tongue like a setting sun
You should have heard what I heard
A shriek a syllable a sleight of hand
Prairie now isn`t that a lonely word
Slips through the hands like a falling star
You should have seen what I saw
A mask an artifice a skillful smear
If I could pull the nerves from my skin
If I could pull the nerves from my skin I would
Prairie now isn`t that an evil word
Trips on its feet like a slouching beast
Surely things will change now
A start a plan a place to go
If I could pull the nerves from my skin
If I could pull the nerves from my skin I would
Prairie now isn`t that a pretty word
Rolls off the tongue like a setting sun
You should have heard what I heard
A shriek a syllable a sleight of hand
Surely things will change now
Surely things will change now
Surely things will change now
Surely things will change now