| There’s something sweet about seeing the world
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| There’s something great about Kansas
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| It’s like staring across an ocean
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| Like seeing the first stars burn white
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| Through the swamp and trees of Southern night
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| Oh, I’ll always have those mornings in
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| California where the mountains climb so tall
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| And waves crash blue around you
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| When everyone’s passed out in the van
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| And I’m the one driving through the land
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| Alone in open roading
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| Ted’s out in the seat right next to me
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| He’s drooling on his sleeve
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| Who ever made up open skies and two of the bluest eyes
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| Must be some young phenom
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| Sometimes taking off can open up your eyes
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| To everything that lies in your heart
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| 'Cause that’s when you miss your home
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| And the trees seem a little deader
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| I think we’re getting back tonight
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| Would you care if I came over?
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| I’ve missed you about three weeks now
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| I’m dying just to taste your lips
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| Could we stomp around your back yard
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| And wreck our clothes in the mud? |