I leave town, take a ride
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Maybe see the countryside
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All green and gold
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I'll breathe a better air I'm told
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The city life is fine
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But is seems like all the time
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It's and uphill climb
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And I never draw the line
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This land, this land
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The soil turns to sand and stone
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You could build a home
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A little place to be alone
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I'm worried about the world
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I'm worried too about a girl
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That's nothing new
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And there's too much else to do
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Take a man, any man
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Then I start to understand
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What he believes
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Becomes the very land he sees
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And it sets him free
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Tranquility, a way to be
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I'm gonna clear my head
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Walk along the riverbed
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I'm gonna play a song
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And hope it finds her further on
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I cleared my head
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Heard just what the river said
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I made a song
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It'll find you further on
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Now I'm far away
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From the troubles of the day
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Another way
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Another way to pray
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Take a man, any man
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Then I start to understand
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What he believes
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Becomes the very land he sees
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This land, this land
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Here it is, I understand
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What I believe
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Becomes the very land I see
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It sets me free
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Heart of me, a way to be
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Land
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Duncan Sheik |