| Its been a long time since Ive seen the high planes of expectation
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| And Im way past the lowlands and the deserts of failure and doubt
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| And the last time I passed through satisfaction
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| I felt like a stranger there
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| Now Im leaving normal and Im heading for who knows where
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| excuse me mister, is that seat taken,
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| Can I put my bag over here
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| You know this trip will go a whole lot smoother
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| If you take your hand from there
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| No, Im not from around here
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| And my names not little darling
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| Why is there one in every crowd
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| And why do I atttract them?
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| Funny how the smell of a greyhound bus
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| Now smells like a fresh start to me And now the sounds of the steelbelts on the blacktop
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| Is now the sounds of breaking free
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| But Id trade all those cancelled tickets
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| For a single return fair to a station
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| With a loved one waiting there
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| Ive finally learned that theres good and bad
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| And that a girl can do some choosing
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| Of that Im glad cause this hardened face
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| Wont take any more bruising
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| Yeah, and the next time I fall into anothers arms
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| Theres one thing of which Ill be certain
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| Yeah, you can bare the weight of another, baby
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| Without considering it a burden
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| Its been a long time since Ive seen the high planes of expectation
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| And Im way past the lowlands and the deserts of failure and doubt
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| And the last time I passed through satisfaction
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| I felt like a stranger there
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| Now Im leaving normal and Im heading for who knows where
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| Now Im leaving normal wherever Im heading
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| I dont care |