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I was born on the wide prairie
with it's wheat so wild and strong.
I left my home when I turned twenny-one
Still dunno if I was wrong.
'Cuz I know a girl down in southern Illinois
Who has me tangled up like kudzu vines
One good look at her shinin' smile,
You can tell she'll never be mine.

And to tell you the truth, I miss all the laughs
Of lovin' one another like sociopaths
So I'm waitin', I'm waitin', I'm waitin', I'm waitin',
For angels to carry me back home.

If I was a bird, I'd tear up my throat
Throwin' songs across telephone wires.
If I was a dog I'd rattle my chain,
Let my handlers decide how I live, how I die.
I'd howl at the wind, and piss on the grass
So they'd know who I was.
Ask me why I leave a dying trace,
It's either for fear or maybe because,

Well to tell you the truth, I can't go free:
I need the master's leash more than it needs me.
So I'm waitin', I'm waitin', I'm waitin', I'm waitin',
For angels to carry me back home.

And I think I've arrived maybe once every year
When I'm laughin' with friends before we leave.
I think that I love you, I know that we're dyin...
Why the fuck should that be what
we alternatingly believe?
What makes one feel holy makes another feel broke,
Like I'm mostly my hat, like I'm mostly my coat,
And that lovers will lie is one thing you can trust,
So what we ain't said might still save us.
I'll be ashes if you be dust.

And to tell you the truth, I think god's there still,
In a sweet lovin' westland over the hill.
So I'm waitin', I'm waitin', I'm waitin', I'm waitin',
For angels to carry me back home.

So I'm waitin', I'm waitin', I'm waitin', I'm waitin',
For angels to carry me back home.

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