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I got some sunshine
And I got me some rain
I jar it for comfort
And I keep some for pain

Sweet wind on my face
I seem to go against you too
Sweet wind on my face 
I seem to be going against you too

I know this lands got a soul so I'm talking to you
Please dry the blood on my hands before I get to where I'm going to

Because you know what I kill
Oh, you know what I've killed
Woman, you'll know when it's real

Your lovers, your fathers
Your heart that goes on and falters
It fosters our baby
But it costs us our mothers
It causes them to go crazy
To go crazy

Man out in the field
You know what wilted
The machete you wield
And the Tierra you sifted for proof
Still ain't 
Ya still ain't
You haven't found the truth

Bitter wind on my back
Telling me to go
Bitter wind on my back
Pushing me to go, oh 

I know this lands got a soul so I'm talking to you
Please dry the blood on my hands before I get to where I'm going to

I got some sunshine
And I got me some rain
I jar it for comfort
And I keep some for pain