| I grew up here all of my life
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| But I dreamed someday I’d go
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| Where the blue-eyed girls
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| And the red guitars
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| And the naked rivers flow
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| I’m not all I thought I’d be
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| I’ve always stayed around
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| I’ve been as far as Mercy and Grand
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| Frozen to the ground
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| I can’t stay here
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| And I’m scared to leave
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| So kiss me once and then
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| I’ll go to hell
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| I might as well be
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| Whistlin' down the wind
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| The bus is at the corner
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| The clock on the wall
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| Broken down windmill
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| There ain’t no wind at all
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| And I yelled and I cursed
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| If I stay here I’ll rust
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| I’m stuck like a shipwreck
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| Out here in the dust
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| The sky is red
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| And the world is on fire
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| And the corn is taller than me
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| And the dog is tied to a wagon of rain
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| And the road is wet as the sea
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| Sometimes the music from a dance
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| Will carry across the plains
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| The places that I’m dreaming of
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| Dream only of your face
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| There are places where they never sleep
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| And the circus never ends
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| So I will take the Marleybone coach
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| And be whistlin' down the wind
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| So I will take the Marleybone coach
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| And be whistlin' down the wind |