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Falling Sky Hill

Up Falling Sky Hill
Where the dreams of the many
Are the dreams that can kill.
Where nothing is open
On the Fourth of July
And nobody knows
How to bake apple pie
That’s where I’m living
In the place where I lie
An old little town
Called Falling Sky

Up Falling Sky Hill
Where Love and Affection
Can be cured with a pill
Where the houses are empty
Except for our pride
And truth is revealed
By the smoke in our eyes
That’s where we’re living
In this place where we lie
An old little town
Called Falling Sky

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