| Down at the train they go to Independence every day
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| But anywhere else now seems like a million miles away
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| And I must have been high to believe
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| That I would ever leave
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| Now I’m just a flat fine line
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| Like the Wichita Skyline
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| I rode on the airstream across the great lonesome afternoon
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| I wished hard enough to hurt, drove fast enough to catch the moon
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| But I must have been dreamin' again
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| 'Cause there’s nothing around the bend
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| Except for that flat fine line
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| The Wichita Skyline
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| As far as Salina I can get that good station from LaRue
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| I’m searching the dial while I’m scanning the sky for a patch of blue
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| And I watch that black clouds roll in
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| Chasing me back again
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| Back to the flat fine line
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| The Wichita Skyline
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| The Wichita Skyline
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| The Wichita Skyline |