Take a walk
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out the gate you go and never stop
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past all the stores and wig shops
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quarter in a cup for every block
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and watch the buildings grow
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smaller as you go
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Down the tracks
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beautiful McMansions on a hill
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that overlook a highway
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with riverboat casinos and you still
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have yet to see a soul
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Jesusland
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Jesusland
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Town to town
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broadcast to each house, they drop your name
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but no one knows your face
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Billboards quoting things you'd never say
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you hang your head and pray
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for Jesusland
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Jesusland
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Miles and miles
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and the sun goin' down
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Pulses glow
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from their homes
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You're not alone
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Lights come on
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as you lay your weary head on their lawn
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Parking lots
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cracked and growing grass you see it all
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from offices to farms
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crosses flying high above the malls
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A longer walk
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through Jesusland
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Jesusland
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Jesusland
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| Ben Folds |
