80 Acres (Original Version)

There running
O' blue prairie hill, we tumble down
Rolling through grass stains
Far in enough in, that we can not hear the cowbells telling us
""It's over""
Where the windmill spokes shift with the changing wind
My lover breathes
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My lover breathes
80 Acres

The wind scurries quickly beneath the dreamy fog
Clouds cluster over us
Crashing above karaoke kisses
And refillable mugs of aged brandy
The thermometer line switches directions
And she is dancing
80 Acres
She is dancing
80 Acres

Under sheets, whispers form
Secrets are told
By crackling locusts in the fields
A flashlight fades beneath the blanket
It shields us from mourning a morning
As the windmill spokes shifts at the final moment
My heroine fleas
She sees through
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She sees through
80 Acres

We're hiding from the lonely
Inside theses fields, we're never lonely
We're never lonely