| Theres another brazen day
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| Things kinda move that way
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| Good lord above, now he don’t have to fuss
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| Not for good hardy people like us
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| Born with a weary eye
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| Plain to see, my oh my
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| These crazy ideas, oh they don’t last long
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| But they come and they go in america
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| And we’re staring at the world from my home little idaho
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| And we’re staring at the world from my home little idaho
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| Theres another fallen man
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| With hair I don’t understand
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| Its just bout as long as my wife marlene
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| Don’t it all kinda keep you to wondering
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| Staring at the stars above
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| Wonder what are we made of
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| Some folks say that they know right away
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| So you look on a cloud for a lullaby
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| And we’re staring at the world from my home little idaho
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| And we’re staring at the world from my home little idaho
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| And i said hey
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| Everywhere i see, hey
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| Everywhere i see
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| Theres another busted dream
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| Staring me right in the face
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| Good lord knows why we don’t give in
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| Trying to leave, maybe run from this place
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| Instead of staring at the stars above
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| Wondering what are we made of
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| Some folks say that they know right away
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| So you look on a cloud for a lullaby
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| And we’re staring at the world from my home little idaho
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| And we’re staring at the world from my home little idaho
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| And i say staring at the world from my home little idaho
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| Staring at the world from my home little idaho
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| And i say hey
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| Everywhere i see, hey
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| Everywhere i see |