It's been a long time since I've seen the high plains of Expectation
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And I'm 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 didn't recognize a single soul there
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Now I'm leaving Normal and I'm heading for who knows where
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"Excuse mister is that seat taken can I put my bag over here
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You know, this trip would go a whole lot smoother if you'd take your hand from there
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No I'm not from around here and my name's not little darlin"
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Why's there one in every crowd and why do I attract them
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Funny how the smell of a Greyhound bus now smells like a fresh start to me
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And how the sound of steelbelts on asphalt is now the sound of breaking free
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But I'd trade all those cancelled tickets for a single return fare
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To a station with a loved one waiting there
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I've finally learned that there's good and bad and that girl can do some choosing
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Of that I'm glad cause this heart and face won't take any more bruising
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And the next time that I fall into another's arms there's one thing of which I'll be certain
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That he can bear the weight of the love I give without considering it a burden
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It's been a long time since I saw the high plains of Expectation
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And I'm way past the lowlands and the desert of Failure and Doubt
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And the last time I passed through Satisfaction I felt like a stranger there
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Now I'm leaving Normal wherever I'm headed, I don't care
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Leaving Normal
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