| 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 |