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Sufjan Stevens Illinois

I fell in love again All things go, all things go Drove to Chicago All things know, all things know We sold our clothes to the state I don't mind, I

Oh, stop thinking of tomorrow, don't stop thinking of today You're not getting any younger, you've got nothing to explain You've got resolutions, you

my head to rest But I was on the hatch I was on the avalanche And I had found my match I was on the floor I took a train from Virginia To Illinois,

All things passed in the pick-up, found my brother's badge Abraham is alive and well in the pick-up And his wife casts no more spells in the pick-up

I don't care to say What I failed to recognize Every single day From the poker to the prize Running out of Springfield, I worked for the Capitol Air

Up in the highest of heights, O'Hara blinks and fights This land is yours, this land is mine I see the captain in red and Cairo at his head This land

What's the worth of all the work of my hands and the worst of on lake Michigan. Gettin' solid walls with the no it alls, get in trouble, we're so mellow

Golden rod and the 4-H stone The things I brought you When I found out you had cancer of the bone Your father cried on the telephone And he drove his

their graves They came up clapping in the spirit of the aviator The sound of the engines and the smell of the grain We go riding on the abolition grain train Steven