| No picnic no barbecue out in the back
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| A yard for parked cars left to rot and forget
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| For chained-up mad dogs for garbage to sit
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| Get lost get lost a part from it I can’t see through it But I can see past
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| With me with me always
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| Without going back
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| Just people and buildings
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| Not city or town
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| Great lake crooked river
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| Flat land water burns
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| The air not smoke
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| It tears the eye
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| Home is where you live
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| Home is where you’ll die
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| I can’t see through it But I can see past
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| With me with me always
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| Without going back
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| In a glacial slide
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| Over ice mirrored glace
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| In a slip and past times
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| Are in the future brought back
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| Reflected reflected reflected
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| Every footstep
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| No walk in the park
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| No there i nowhere
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| No place can replace
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| What a clear eye reveals
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| Soft and hard shaped like a wheel
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| Made me of rubber made me of steel
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| I can’t see through it But I can see past
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| With me with me always
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| Without going back |