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Not been here since I was a boy |
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The sky unwrapped, the world my toy |
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A movie reel a million miles long |
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On and on... |
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Scene after scene passes by my life |
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The window's a wound. The road is a knife |
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The irony, ask me, 'where have you been?' |
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I don't know, I don't know |
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Because I don't know where to begin |
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Too much to do, too much to see |
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Pictures to take, people to meet |
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When there's so much space in between |
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It overwhelms me |
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Scene after scene passes by my life |
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The window's a wound. The road is a knife |
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The irony, ask me, 'where have you been?' |
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I don't know, I don't know |
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Because I don't know where to begin |
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Not been here since I was a boy |
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Now heart full of fear and a mask of painted joy |
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So much for these youthful eyes to see |
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So much for peace and tranquility |
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One Prairie Outpost, you are how I feel... |
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Alone in a flatland 'tween the dream and the real |
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The irony, ask me, 'where have you been?' |
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I don't know, I don't know |
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Because I don't know where to begin |
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I don't know where to begin |
