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There's a road that'll take you right outta this town |
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And a song that you'll never want to turn back down |
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An endless sky running out of ground |
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And it's wide open |
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There with all those things you never said before |
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An Arizona wind on a canyon floor |
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Like the eyes of a child in a candy store |
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It's wide open |
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Breathe, breathe, fill your lungs with better air |
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Reach, reach, like you know it's waiting there |
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I've found that letting go of what you're holding |
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Leaves your heart and arms a little more |
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Wide open |
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Wide open |
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There's a hope in a mother that the war won't kill |
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And a high that you're never gonna find in a pill |
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So take a long look around from the top of the hill |
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Ain't it so wide open |
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Breathe, breathe, fill your lungs with better air |
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Reach, reach, like you know it's waiting there |
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I've found that letting go of what you're holding |
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Leaves your heart and arms a little more |
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Leaves your heart and arms a little more |
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Wide open |
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Wide open |
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Breathe, breathe, fill your lungs with better air |
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Reach, reach, like you know it's waiting there |
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I've found that letting go of what you're holding |
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Leaves your heart and arms a little more |
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Leaves your heart and arms a little more |
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Wide open |
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Wide open |
