No picnic no barbecue out in the back
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A yard for parked cars left to rot and forget
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For chained-up mad dogs for garbage to sit
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Get lost get lost a part from it
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I can´t see through it
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But I can see past
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With me with me always
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Without going back
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Just people and buildings
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Not city or town
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Great lake crooked river
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Flat land water burns
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The air not smoke
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It tears the eye
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Home is where you live
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Home is where you´ll die
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I can´t see through it
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But I can see past
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With me with me always
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Without going back
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In a glacial slide
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Over ice mirrored glace
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In a slip and past times
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Are in the future brought back
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Reflected reflected reflected
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Every footstep
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No walk in the park
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No there i nowhere
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No place can replace
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What a clear eye reveals
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Soft and hard shaped like a wheel
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Made me of rubber made me of steel
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I can´t see through it
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But I can see past
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With me with me always
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Without going back
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Going Back
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| Tracy Chapman |
