| On a razor’s edge
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| At the first sign of light
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| The car was packed
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| While the house was quiet
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| And my sister slept
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| As we started the drive
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| To California
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| Where it’s warmer
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| Gonna start a new life
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| Gonna miss Ohio but this time
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| We’re gonna get it right
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| Station wagon tires, flying
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| Katie’s counting crows through the
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| Tears in her blue eyes
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| State lines and capitals go rushing
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| By as, I’m trying to find
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| A station on the radio
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| Everything’s gonna be better on the west coast
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| And the days move fast
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| On northern plains
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| And I read the maps
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| The prairie grass moved
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| In the wind like waves
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| And we can’t look back
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| Some men you just can’t save
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| We had our reasons, for leaving
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| It’s better this way
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| I’m gonna miss Ohio but not
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| Gonna miss rain
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| Station wagon tires, flying
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| Katie’s counting crows through the
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| Tears in her blue eyes
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| State lines and capitals go rushing
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| By as, I’m trying to find
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| A station on the radio
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| Everything’s gonna be better on the west coast
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| Better than the mess that we left back home
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| In Ohio
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| Ohio
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| Goodbye blue house
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| Goodbye red door
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| Abandon worlds where we would drink all we can
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| There’s magnet’s pulling from the ocean floor
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| I can’t forget
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| The way you looked when we were leaving
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| Tires, flying
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| Katie’s counting crows through the
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| Tears in her blue eyes
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| State lines and capitals go rushing
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| By as, I’m trying to find
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| A station on the radio
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| Everything’s gonna be better on the west coast
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| Better than the mess that we left back home
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| In Ohio
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| Ohio
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| Ohio
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| Ohio
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| Ohio |