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The Gloria Record Grain Towers, Telephone Poles Lyrics

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the sun is in my eyes, on my face.
The air is hot with heaviness,
and weighted and waiting for something to unfold.
the sun is on our backs at last.
It's been a long day driving past grain towers, telephone poles
and have you ever seen so beautiful a sight,
as the way the sun lays down without a fight?
Sometimes, I get lost in here
(and it takes a while to find me).

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