| Little clapboard house
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| Rent always due
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| Railroad tracks and factory smokestacks for a view
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| No easy street in our neighborhood
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| Yeah, it was hard to tell the bad times from the good
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| Summer nights just lyin' there watchin' the fan go 'round
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| Find a cool spot on the pillow and fall asleep dreamin' about
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| Bigger windows, bluer skies
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| Greener grass and more sunshine
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| Where a long shot’s not so far away
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| Where hope is always high
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| And dreams have room to stretch their wings and fly
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| Through bigger windows, bluer skies
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| Yeah, those trains rolled by
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| And time did too
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| That tiny place looked even smaller in my rearview
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| Yeah, I’ve come a few miles, but I’m still that girl
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| With my nose pressed against the window to the world
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| Lookin' through a windshield of possibilities
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| Life sure does look different, sometimes all you need are
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| (REPEAT CHORUS)
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| A different town, a different job or just a different room
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| No matter where you are right now
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| What I wish for you are
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| (REPEAT CHORUS)
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| Through bigger windows, blur skies |