There's something sweet about seeing the world
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There's something great about Kansas
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It's like staring across an ocean
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Like seeing the first stars burn white
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Through the swamp and trees of Southern night
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Oh, I'll always have those mornings in
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California where the mountains climb so tall
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And waves crash blue around you
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When everyone's passed out in the van
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And I'm the one driving through the land
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Alone in open roading
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Ted's out in the seat right next to me
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He's drooling on his sleeve
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Who ever made up open skies and two of the bluest eyes
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Must be some young phenom
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Sometimes taking off can open up your eyes
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To everything that lies in your heart
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'Cause that's when you miss your home
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And the trees seem a little deader
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I think we're getting back tonight
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Would you care if I came over?
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I've missed you about three weeks now
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I'm dying just to taste your lips
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Could we stomp around your back yard
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And wreck our clothes in the mud?
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The Vast Spoils Of America (From The Badlands Through The Ocean)
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| Saves The Day |
