| I’d always heard about the great atlantic
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| How it humbles you to stand upon it’s shore
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| So I thought I’d take some time to go and see it
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| Since I had no ties to bind me anymore
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| But I wonder what I’d wasted my time for
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| You call that an ocean?
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| To me it’s just a pond that’s almost dry
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| If you want to see an ocean
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| You should see the tears her leaving made me cry
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| So I headed west to see that famous canyon
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| That the colorado cut so deep and wide
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| I thought seeing something lower down than I felt
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| Might cheer me up and ease my troubled mind
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| But I just got disappointed one more time
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| You call that a canyon?
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| It’s nothing but a pothole in the yard
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| If you want to see a canyon
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| You should see the hole she left here in my heart
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| So now I stand here staring at the rockies
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| I’ve heard they reach right up to heaven’s door
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| They’re like that little hole and that blue puddle
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| And I see now what I should have seen before
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| Without her life holds no wonders anymore
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| You call that a mountain?
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| It’s just a little pile of rocks and dirt
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| If you want to see a mountain
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| You ought to try getting over her
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| If you call that a mountain… |