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Lyrics:
I was born in a dusty cloud. Fragile and frayed at the edge of sound. That's all that I am now. I was raised in a great expanse. Cradled and kept by an old tree branch. That's all that I am now.
An escapade in blue. More false than true.
You can cut me down but don't cut me out. That's all that I am now.
Good men labor in the noon day dance. Blistered and broken by circumstance. That's all that I am now. So I passed with a passing age. Most were lost but some were saved. And that's all that I am now.
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