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Fellow Hollow
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My granddad's putting cars in twine But the patio cracked all those times And those cars rolled heavy down the blood line La-da-da My grandma hung it on the line But the clothes were dry, so I resigned And they don't dry 'less you dry my eyes, so La-da-da Close your eyes, you're not alone You're not alone as long as someone's home I'll cross my heart and hope to die Your eyes are in the yard so they can dry Old black walnut and power lines are mixed in But I'm on the boughs of the blue skies They yell from the ground that I might die soon La-da-da Oh, old Sumter, are you in decline? Yet still you stand as unmanned As your light curls slowly across the coastline I found Close your eyes, you're not alone You're not alone as long as someone's home I'll cross my heart and hope to die Your eyes are in the yard so they can dry I'm not where I'm supposed to be I'm not where I'm supposed to be I am my own colony My best foot in front of me I'm not where I'm supposed to be I'm not where I'm supposed to be (But I'm still in Santa Fe) I'm not where I'm supposed to be I'm not where I'm supposed to be I am my own colony My best foot in front of me I'm not where I'm supposed to be I'm not where I'm supposed to be (But I'm still in Santa Fe)