| She came to this world on a cold night
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| Papa turned his head and said
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| I don’t believe she’s mine
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| Single momma raised her in a place where
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| You can look but never touch
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| Cause we don’t have enough
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| Don’t let your hopes get high
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| Cause girls like you can’t fly
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| Oh the long nighs in the small room
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| With the big dreams
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| Oh Indiana
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| You’re only dying here
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| And they don’t understand you
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| It’s a tough road but you start slow
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| And before you know it
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| You’re not alone
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| Looking for a place called home anywhere
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| Oh Indiana
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| She tended bar in New York City
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| People turned their heads and said
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| Baby you sure look fine
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| They put her on TV and then they told her
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| You’re gonna be a star
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| You can go so far
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| Let your hopes get high
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| Cause girls like you can fly
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| In the long nighs in the small room
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| With the big dreams
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| Oh Indiana
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| You’re only dying here
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| And they don’t understand you
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| It’s a tough road but you start slow
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| And before you know it
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| You’re not alone
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| Looking for a place called home anywhere
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| Oh Indiana
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| Those big dreams are flying machines
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| And they’ll take you
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| Wherever you want to go
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| Sometimes you find that what’s real is inside
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| You don’t have to go away
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| To find your way home
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| Oh Indiana
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| She turned around and sshe topped running
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| She saw that fame was never an answer to her prayers
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| She found that answer in her children
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| When she takes them to a place
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| Where they can have so much
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| She lets their hopes get high
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| Cause anyone, anyone can fly
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| In the long nighs in the small room
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| With the big dreams
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| Oh Indiana
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| You’re only dying here
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| And they don’t understand you
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| It’s a tough road but you start slow
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| And before you know it
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| You’re not alone
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| Looking for a place called home anywhere
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| Oh Indiana
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| Oh she’s going back
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| Oh oh oh |