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My two weeks on the eastern hillside
Washed the grime away
The other fifty layered on
And I will sleep under constellations
Double stars of information
Coyotes singing-howls away
Cause it's a lost connection
So this time I'll never leave
Gonna stay on ellis mountain
Count the pine trees
Nail and hammer-i have home
Overtime, unforgiven
Pipe fitting its not living
Let the city have it all
With my hand
I've built epic structures
With my hands-my hands
Promise lands sduffocate in steel and mortar
With my hands-my hands
Cause it's a lost connection
So this time I'll never leave
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