| Who doesn’t know what I’m talking about
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| Who’s never left home who’s never struck out
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| To find a dream and a life of their own
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| A place in the clouds a foundation of stone
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| Many precede and many will follow
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| A young girl’s dream no longer hollow
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| It takes the shape of a place out West
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| But what it holds for her she hasn’t yet guessed
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| She needs wide open spaces
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| Room to make her big mistakes
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| She needs new faces
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| She knows the high stakes
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| She traveled this road as a child
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| Wide-eyed and grinning she never tired
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| But now she won’t be coming back with the rest
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| If these are life’s lessons, she’ll take the test
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| She needs wide open spaces
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| Room to make her big mistakes
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| She needs new faces
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| She knows the high stakes
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| As her folks drive away her dad yells, «Check the oil!»
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| Mom stares out the window and says
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| «I'm leaving my girl.»
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| She says, «It didn’t seem like that long ago
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| When she stood there and let her own folks know.»
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| She needs wide open spaces
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| Room to make her big mistakes
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| She needs new faces
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| She knows the high stakes |