| I leave town, take a ride
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| Maybe see the countrysdie
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| All green and gold
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| I’ll breathe a better air I’m told
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| The city life is fine
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| But is seems like all the time
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| It’s and uphill climb
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| And I never draw the line
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| This land, this land
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| The soil turns to sand and stone
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| You could build a home
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| A little place to be alone
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| I’m worried about the world
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| I’m worried too about a girl
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| But that’s nothing new
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| And there’s too much else to do
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| Take a man, any man
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| Then I start to understand
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| What he believes
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| Becomes the very land he sees
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| And it sets him free
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| Tranquility
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| A way to be…
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| (I'm) gonna clear my head
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| Walk along the riverbed
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| (I'm) gonna play a song
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| And hope it finds her further on
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| I cleared my head
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| I heard just what the river said
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| I made a song
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| It’ll find you further on
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| Now I’m far away
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| From the troubles of the day
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| Another way
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| Another way to pray
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| Take a man, any man
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| Then I start to understand
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| What he believes
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| Becomes the very land he sees
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| This land, this land
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| Here it is, I understand
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| What I believe
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| Becomes the very land I see
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| And it sets me free
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| The heart of me
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| A way to be… |