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My feet touch down |
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In a border town |
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No one knows me here |
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My long distance fears |
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Have long dissapeared |
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Only a clear horizon |
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Born optimistic |
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The old familiar feeling |
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Like a stone, overgrown |
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I am, part of the world |
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Feel the sun, feel the rain |
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I am, part of the world |
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America a miracle |
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Those roads saved my soul |
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They kept my mouth talking |
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They kept my spirit |
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Walking |
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No one could stop this now |
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Born optimistic |
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The old familiar feeling |
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Like a stone, overgrown |
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I am, part of the world |
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Feel the sun, feel the rain |
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I am, part of the world |
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Where will I go |
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The time that the lights low |
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I'll drift through the air |
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Become part of the horizon |
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And stay part of the world |
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Just stay part of the world |
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Just stay part of the world |
