| The streets are jammed with traffic going nowhere.
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| There’s rows of parking meeters, instead of trees.
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| A highrise on either side, makes a sliver of the sky.
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| And it looks like they’re closing in on me.
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| I know the stars are up there.
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| But I never get to see them.
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| Ain’t nothin growing here, but a lonely feeling.
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| All I need is room to run.
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| where the Horizon’s endless.
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| And Heaven shines on me at night.
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| I wanna race the rising sun.
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| Somewhere where there are no fences.
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| And find a place that’s mine.
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| Under a Big sky.
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| Under a Big sky.
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| I’ve tried so hard to make myself a home here.
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| But you can’t put down roots in concrete.
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| I feel like a stranger.
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| Like I’m living in a cage here.
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| And it’s been so long since i’ve felt like me.
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| there’s horses pulling tourist,
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| down on second avenue.
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| I look at them and wonder, if they feel the way i do.
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| All i need is room to run.
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| where the horizon’s endless.
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| and heaven shines on me at night.
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| i wanna race the rising sun.
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| somewhere where there are no fences
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| and find a place that’s mine
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| under a big sky
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| under a big sky
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| no i don’t wanna wait
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| til it’s too late
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| to find a place i belong
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| all i need is room to run
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| where the horizon’s endless
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| and heaven shines on me at night
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| i wanna race the horizon sun
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| somewhere where there are no fences
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| and find a place that’s mine
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| under a big sky
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| under a big sky |