| Out on these Texas plains you can see for a million lives
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| And there’s a thousand exits between here and the state line
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| About the last time that I saw you
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| You said call me Pandora, call me a fool
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| And I’m thinking this view it could do you some good
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| So drop these scales and take a look
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| There’s 40 acres and redemption to be found
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| Just along down the way
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| There is a place where no plow blade has turned the ground
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| And you will turn it over, 'cause out here hope remains
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| 'Coz out here hope remains…
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| Out here the Texas sky is as big as the sea
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| And you’re alone in your room like an island floating free
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| Your spirit’s hanging in a bottle out on a tree
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| You say that you’re the black sheep, I say you’re still family
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| So throw that bottle to the waves
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| They’ll bring you in to me and from the shore you will see
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| Out here the Texas rain is the hardest I’ve ever seen
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| It’ll wash your house away, but it’ll also make you clean
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| Now these rocks they are crying too
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| And this whole land is calling out for you |