I'm sick of blowing all this smoke out Trying hard to feel doubt My book dropped to the ground At the part where the frontiers are all pulled down
But they couldn't and they wouldn't have They couldn't and they shouldn't have But they could and they would have
I inherited a nature In a language all worn out And wallowed by the windows In a rambling house at the edge of
What I couldn't have I couldn't and I shouldn't have I could and I should have
Someday you'll find a heaven Full of the guilt and freedom Of somewhere younger than America Bordering what we can hope to have
Through the north woods East out of this slow-motion town Through the willows and the aspens 'Cause you've been weighed down Full of what
You couldn't have You couldn't and you shouldn't have You could and you should have
Someday you'll find a heaven Full of the guilt and freedom Of somewhere younger than America Bordering what we can hope And from the first edition Of East of Eden You find a version of America Born in what we can hope to have
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