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Bonnaroo
When I step into the new world
I know that I am home
This place is full of joy and peace
And no one is on their own
Friendly faces give me assurance
That I can just be me
And those faces go on forever
As far as the eye can see
With the sweet smell of weed
Mixed with the scent of summer sweat
The new world's odor is so memorable
I'll never forget the moment we met
Dust floats in the air and coats our skin
But nobody is embarrassed or shy
A place where appearance seldom matters
In the old world is hard to come by
My ears perk at an acoustic guitar
My heart thumps to the beat of a drum
A folky voice drifts towards us
Accompanied by a crowds loving hum
We stretch a sheet across the ground
And settle beneath a tree
Eyes shut, ears open, minds calm
The music has set us free
Heat causes us to perspire
Water quenches our thirst
Happiness fills every inch of us
To the point we almost burst
Time is passing us but we don't see
In the new world we don't mind
So relaxed it's like a dream; heaven
To troubles ahead we are blind
We meet people whose hearts are enormous
We meet souls who contain no evil
People whose brains have stopped thinking
And people whose intelligence grows still
We hear stories of love and war
We tell of our homes and trips
We share with these strangers smiles
So big they rarely ever grace our lips
The new world brings the lost home
It brings the lonely to their family
Though its the hardest thing to do
Eventually we must leave
But return, we will
Next June, ready to be let loose again
And though we will miss it
Remember Bonnaroo remains within
I know that I am home
This place is full of joy and peace
And no one is on their own
Friendly faces give me assurance
That I can just be me
And those faces go on forever
As far as the eye can see
With the sweet smell of weed
Mixed with the scent of summer sweat
The new world's odor is so memorable
I'll never forget the moment we met
Dust floats in the air and coats our skin
But nobody is embarrassed or shy
A place where appearance seldom matters
In the old world is hard to come by
My ears perk at an acoustic guitar
My heart thumps to the beat of a drum
A folky voice drifts towards us
Accompanied by a crowds loving hum
We stretch a sheet across the ground
And settle beneath a tree
Eyes shut, ears open, minds calm
The music has set us free
Heat causes us to perspire
Water quenches our thirst
Happiness fills every inch of us
To the point we almost burst
Time is passing us but we don't see
In the new world we don't mind
So relaxed it's like a dream; heaven
To troubles ahead we are blind
We meet people whose hearts are enormous
We meet souls who contain no evil
People whose brains have stopped thinking
And people whose intelligence grows still
We hear stories of love and war
We tell of our homes and trips
We share with these strangers smiles
So big they rarely ever grace our lips
The new world brings the lost home
It brings the lonely to their family
Though its the hardest thing to do
Eventually we must leave
But return, we will
Next June, ready to be let loose again
And though we will miss it
Remember Bonnaroo remains within
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