| The office door closed early
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| The hidden bottle came out
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| The salesman turned to close the blinds
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| A little slow now, a little stout
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| But he’s still heading down those tracks
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| Any day now for sure
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| Another day as drab as today
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| Is more than a man can endure
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| Dreams flow across the heartland
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| Feeding on the fires
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| Dreams transport desires
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| Drive you when you’re down
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| Dreams transport the ones who need to get out of town
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| Out of town
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| The boy walks with his best friend
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| Through the fields of early May
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| They walk awhile in silence
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| One close, one far away
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| But he’d be climbing on that bus
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| Just him and his guitar
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| To blaze across the heavens
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| Like a brilliant shooting star
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| The middle aged Madonna
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| Calls her neighbor on the phone
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| Day by day the seasons pass
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| And leave her life alone
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| But she’ll go walking out that door
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| On some bright afternoon
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| To go and paint big cities
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| From a lonely attic room
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| Dreams flow across the heartland
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| Feeding on the fires
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| Dreams transport desires
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| Drive you when you’re down
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| Dreams transport the ones who need to get out of town
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| Out of town
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| It’s understood
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| By every single person
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| Who’d be elsewhere if they could
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| So far so good
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| And life’s not unpleasant
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| In their little neighborhood
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| Dreams flow across the heartland
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| Feeding on the fires
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| Dreams transport desires
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| Drive you when you’re down
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| Dreams transport the ones who need to get out of town
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| Out of town
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| Dreams transport desires
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| Drive you when you’re down
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| Dreams transport the ones who need to get out of town
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| They live in
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| They dream in Middletown
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| They dream in Middletown |