| when I was just a little child standing on the plain
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| breeze from the darker side would bring the smell of rain
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| and as it fell and danced away everything seemed new
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| rain could only wash awy the memories of you
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| walked along this prairie and we whished up on that star
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| I guess the love we felt back than it didn’t go that far
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| silence of my freedom won’t let me sleep at night
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| I’m not blaming either one for neither one was right
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| even Texas, Taxas isn’t big enough now
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| to hide the lonely feeling just keep coming out
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| and I see you, every time I turn around
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| all the open spaces with all the empty places
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| even Texas, isn’t big enough now
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| open wide horizon cuts across the setting sun
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| early moon is rising and another day is done
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| something lies uneasy and the lous cayoty’s cry
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| the sky goes forever makes me stop and wounder why
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| even Texas, Taxas isn’t big enough now
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| to hide the lonely feeling just keep coming out
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| and I see you, every time I turn around
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| all the open spaces with all the empty places
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| even Texas, isn’t big enough now |