| Hey Jane
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| Watching over you in Nebraska
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| The flood plains
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| Move over the farms, a disaster
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| The sun heats
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| Air until it swirls in tornados
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| But you move solemnly along
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| She says
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| You will be the consummate scholar
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| And she says
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| Do you know the world is your oyster?
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| The man says
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| Come and we will climb Mount Olympus
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| But all you want is to be there, in the presence of her smile
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| In the presence of her smile
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| In the presence of her smile
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| We are
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| Circling over clouds, we are tethered
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| Wondering
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| When you’re gonna hit bumpy weather
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| Your heart skips
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| Every time you detect her fragrance
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| She’s out there
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| Stinking up the late evening air with other boys
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| A plague on other boys
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| How this feeling does annoy you
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| A plague on other boys
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| They say
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| How can you know love, you’re a minor
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| And you say
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| What else could I know, this defines me
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| I start
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| Growing, I’m a mess, I’m defeated
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| My grade point average went to hell
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| Watching
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| Listening for a cultural movement
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| Get strong
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| Lenses to see into the future
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| March on
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| Washington if she’s in the vanguard
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| Base your
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| Politics on what she’s got written on a flag
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| What she’s written on a flag
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| What she’s written on a flag
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| My body’s mine and you’re a drag
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| What she’s written on a flag
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| What she’s written on a flag
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| People are good and walls are madness
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| She wrote it on a flag
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| Ten long years it took to shake the memory
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| The pain, humiliation
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| But then suddenly you realized
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| You’re free
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| To fraternize again
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| She got married, stayed in town and raised a home
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| See her at Thanksgiving
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| There’s a roped up part of every human heart
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| For the first one you love |