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Whenever I feel them
closin' in on me
Or need a bit of room to move
When life becomes too fast
I find relief at last
Out in the country
Before the breathin' air is gone
Before the sun is just
a bright spot in the nighttime
Out where the rivers like to run
I stand alone and take back somethin' worth rememberin'