| Not been here since I was a boy
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| The sky unwrapped, the world my toy
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| A movie reel a million miles long
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| On and on
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| Scene after scene passes by my life
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| The window’s a wound, the road is a knife
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| The irony ask me, «Where have you been?»
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| Because I don’t know where to begin
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| Too much to do, too much to see
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| Pictures to take, people to meet
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| When there’s so much space in between
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| It overwhelms me
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| Scene after scene passes by my life
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| The window’s a wound and the road is a knife
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| The irony ask me, «Where have you been?»
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| Because I don’t know where to begin
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| Not been here since I was a boy
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| Now heart full of fear and a mask of painted joy
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| So much for these youthful eyes to see
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| So much for peace and tranquility
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| One prairie outpost, you are how I feel
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| Alone in a flatland 'tween the dream and the real
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| The irony ask me, «Where have you been?»
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| Because I don’t know where to begin
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| I don’t know where to begin |