Sun sets in an ocean of brown farmland haze
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Power lines draped across roads you could drive on for days
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Well it's all too perfect
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Time to look back at us now
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Endless and empty like Kansas
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Our cities of clouds
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Flat on the table like Kansas
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I lay down in sheets suddenly worn threadbare
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Every wall I lean on transforms to sliding doors and thin air
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Well I hope yours is kinder
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Let go of this when you find her
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Bury this hard
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Down underneath your white canvas
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Our houses of cards
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Flat on the table like Kansas
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It's not regret
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Just an unexpected accounting of debts
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Only now called
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No it's not regret
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Just remembrance is all
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Of how close we had come
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The war almost won
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But I sent up our flag and moved on
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You and I
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Lost to the winter like Kansas
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And all my goodbyes
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Flat on the table like Kansas
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Kansas
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Vienna Teng |