Tom: F
Introdução:
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Down at the train they go to Independence everyday
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But anywhere else now seems like a million miles away
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And I must have been high to believe that I would ever leave
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Now I'm just a flat fine line like the Wichita skyline
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I rode on the airstream across the great lonesome afternoon
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I wished hard enough to hurt, drove fast enough to catch the moon
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But I must have been dreaming again 'cause there's nothing around the bend
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Except for that flat fine line, the Wichita skyline
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As far as Salina I can get that good station from LaRue
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I'm searching the dial while I'm scanning the sky for a patch of blue
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And I watch the black clouds roll in chasing me back again
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Back to the flat fine line, the Wichita skyline