[00:00.64]The Sunken Lands - Rosanne Cash
[00:08.06]Five cans of paint in the empty fields
[00:14.36]The dust reveals
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[00:20.79]The children cry, the work never ends
[00:27.40]There’s not a single friend
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[00:34.61]Who will hold her hand in the sunken lands?
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[00:59.36]The mud and tears melt the cotton balls
[01:05.66]It’s a heavy toll
[01:08.59]Oh oh
[01:12.59]His words are cruel and they sting like fire
[01:19.14]Like the devil’s choir
[01:21.95]Oh oh
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[01:26.00]But who will hold her hand in the sunken lands?
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[02:04.42]The river rises and she sails away
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[02:10.77]But she could never stay
[02:13.71]Oh oh
[02:17.45]Now her work is done in the sunken lands
[02:24.32]There’s five empty cans
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