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What I've kept with me |
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And what I've thrown away |
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And where the hell I've ended up |
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On this glary random day |
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Were the things I really cared about |
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Just left along the way |
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From being too pent up and proud |
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Woke up way too late |
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Feeling hung over and old |
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And the sun was shining bright |
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And I walked barefoot down the road |
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Started thinking about my old man |
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It seems that all men |
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Wanna get into a car and go... |
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Anywhere? |
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Here I stand, |
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Sad and free |
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I can't cry and I can't see |
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What I've done |
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Oh God...What have I done |
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Don't you know I'm numb, man |
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No I can't feel a thing at all |
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Cause its all smiles and business these days |
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and I'm indifferent to the loss |
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I've faith that there's a soul somewhere |
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that's leading me around |
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I wonder if she knows |
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Which way is down... |
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Here I stand, |
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Sad and free |
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I can't cry and I can't see |
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What I've done |
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Oh God...What have I done |
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I poured my heart out |
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I poured my heart out |
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it evaporated...see? |
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Blind man on a canyon's edge |
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of a Panoramic scene |
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Or maybe I'm a kite |
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That's flying high & random |
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Dangling a string |
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Or slumped over in a vacant room |
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Head on a stranger's knee |
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I'm sure back home |
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They think I've lost my mind. |
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Here I stand, |
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Sad and free |
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I can't cry and I can't see |
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What I've done |
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Oh God...What have I done |
