| Oh country down
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| Where I found my proving ground
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| All along the floodline
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| Wheels are turning around
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| The hills roll out like centuries
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| Pass by without a sound
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| Just a mile outside of town
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| Down-river bound
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| Where the limit to your sky fell down
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| The plot against your will
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| Is furrowed into your brow
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| Against your better judgment
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| It’s all behind you now
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| Just a mile outside of town
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| What’s the use of being found?
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| You can lose yourself in some good ground
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| In the weeds hiding down the river right next door
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| There’s no frame around your picture
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| Just a view through my back door
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| Time evermore
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| You just found what you’re looking for:
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| A tiger rose growing through your prison door
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| Reaching for sunlight, can’t see it anymore
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| Just a mile from my back door
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| You could wake up on a lifeboat 'neath the sun
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| On a ladder up to the sky
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| You’re standing on the lowest rung
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| Holding a lifeline, using my best defense
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| Running in the undertow my heart couldn’t fight against
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| Oh lay me down
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| Where we found my proving ground
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| All along the floodline
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| Waves are turning around
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| The hills roll out like centuries
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| Pass by without a sound
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| Just a mile outside of town |