country

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Dolly says

Country makes life simple

It simplifies it

And we all need that

Because life is complicated

She's sort of right but

It's not the

Workers and the divorces

And the suffering she says it is

It's the feeling

Because feeling is simple

Intensity of feeling is simple

Dolly feels

But her brain tells her it's in charge

So it's about simplicity

Of subject

Like the old lady in the vast night

Who says the people in the sky

Control us

Make us do bad things

Otherwise why would we do them

We tell ourselves reasons

When everything is feeling

And we need Dolly's songs

To help us feel

But tell ourselves it's because

She makes it simple

Suffering

Divorce

Death

Because the world is complicated

the brain

And it's reasoning

Is complicated. 

Feeling is simple

Just ask Dolly

No it's the subject 

that's simple

She'll reason. 

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