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He'd get the drones to clear his place out from top to bottom. Doing it himself would take too much work.

Give me the burden, give me the blame  I'll shoulder the load and I'll swallow the shame  Give me the burden, give me the blame  How many, how many Hail Marys is it gonna take?  Don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not  He's good and he's bad and he's all that I've got  Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I'm begging you please  Don't take that sinner from me  Oh don't take that sinner from me

You'll remember me when the west wind moves, among the fields of barley. You can tell the sun in his jealous sky, when we walked in fields of gold. So she took her love, for to gaze awhile, among the fields of barley. In his arms she fell as her hair came down, among the fields of gold. Will you stay with me? Will you be my love, among the fields of barley? And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky, when we walked in fields of gold. I never made promises lightly and there have been some that I've broken. But I swear in the days still left, we'll walk in fields of gold.

If our love, is tragedy— why are you my remedy? If our love's, insanity— why are you my clarity?

Want to find out where the moon goes, when it leaves the western sky?  Night dissolves again to morning— azure turns to gold?

I dream of dreaming dreams of her, in twilight she's a constant blur  The picture's clear and I'm still fact, she's fiction. I seem to miss the missing part, she's still my favorite work of art The picture is clear and I'm still fact, she's fiction.

A waltz when she walks in the room, she pulls back the hair from her face.  She turns to the window to sway in the moonlight, even her shadow has grace. A waltz for the girl out of reach, she lifts her hands up to the sky. She moves with the music, the song is her lover— the melody's making her cry.