I'm sitting on the edge of nowhere;
Right past nothing lane;
Around the corner of I don't know;
And across the street from pain;
I have no idea where I'm at;
But I love it all the same.
I'm in the west lot of somewhere special;
In the town of something brand new;
In the state named sentimental;
Or the province of I love you;
I don't know what country I'm in;
But it's a continent made for two.
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