Not been here since I was a boy
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The sky unwrapped, the world my toy
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A movie reel a million miles long
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On and on...
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Scene after scene passes by my life
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The window's a wound. The road is a knife
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The irony, ask me, 'where have you been?'
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I don't know, I don't know
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Because I don't know where to begin
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Too much to do, too much to see
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Pictures to take, people to meet
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When there's so much space in between
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It overwhelms me
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Scene after scene passes by my life
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The window's a wound. The road is a knife
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The irony, ask me, 'where have you been?'
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I don't know, I don't know
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Because I don't know where to begin
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Not been here since I was a boy
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Now heart full of fear and a mask of painted joy
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So much for these youthful eyes to see
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So much for peace and tranquility
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One Prairie Outpost, you are how I feel...
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Alone in a flatland 'tween the dream and the real
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The irony, ask me, 'where have you been?'
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I don't know, I don't know
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Because I don't know where to begin
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I don't know where to begin
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One Prairie Outpost
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| Carbon Leaf |
