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Found a place, nothing's ever there
Made a little space, big enough to pitch a tent
A hideaway, I hadn't ever gone
Until I whacked my way under the overgrowth

I found a place, I found a place
I found a place, I whacked my way
Looking back to discover my tracks
Dirty hands and light through the branches

Found myself a breathing space
Enough room to stand up straight
And if I wanna lay around I can
Find ways to pass the time
Flat down or on my side
And in a while I close my eyes

You can, you can, come on

You can be too rich
And you can be too thin
And you can take it with you, wherever you go

You must talk to strangers
When you visit a new park
You might ask a park ranger, where you should park

You can be too rich
And you can be too thin
And you can take it with you, the things that you learn

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