I walk through the day
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Through the open fields
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I walk to my truck
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To my truck and drive away
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To the road
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Through the broken roads, trusty road
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I was headed for the road
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The road that runs that way
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And I, I see the train
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The trains don't run to Brasilia
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I walked through the fields
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Through the fields to Brasilia
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My ticket stub says I'm going
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I'm going to Trenton
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When my friends stop by
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I try to impress them, no buildings over two stories high
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Except my house, oh my my, I see
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See crossed lattice work made out of brick
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I see buildings
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With laundry hanging out of the window
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Never in my wildest dreams would I think I'd see
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Brasilia crossed with Trenton
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When you live in the middle of nowhere
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Your imagination runs away and wild
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You make games, I make games that I play most once a day
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I pretend Brasilia turned to Trenton
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Brasilia crossed with Trenton
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Department store
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The only place that I buy clothes anymore
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I used to be a big shopper 'round the world
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Big credit cards, they don't matter anymore
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'Cause I can't pay any money that I owe
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To these cards anymore
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They don't take these things down at the bank
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They just take money
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Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere
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Imagination runs away for a while
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I play games about once a day or so
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I don't know, that's where I'd rather go
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Brasilia crossed with Trenton
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I wish that I could tell my story
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To all the people that listened to my story long ago
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I knew that this would happen sooner or later
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That I'd get disillusioned with it all
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Just throw my hands up to the sky and say
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Oh Lord, what happened, what happened
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To make things run this way
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Imagine yourself in the middle of nowhere
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Your imagination runs away for a while
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You learn to play games about once every day or so
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I walked to Brasilia crossed with Trenton
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Brasilia crossed with Trenton
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Brasilia Crossed With Trenton
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Bob Mould |