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Dreams are like another man's change jingling in my pocket |
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Lost my own so I borrowed his whatever gets my farthest |
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Life is like a bullet back |
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It's picking up speed, picking up speed |
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Catching glimpses, one eye flashes, wish I could see |
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Not a book, not a teacher gonna give you this lesson |
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Money's tight, love is hard, friends don't last forever |
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Life is like a river you cross, all alone shivering bones |
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Hoping... hoping |
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My body's aging fast |
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My mind ain't coming back |
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My sweet dream for tomorrow happened years ago |
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My scars are made of stone, my talents still aren't known, oh |
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I'm windblown, windblown |
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Fire burns down a tree, disappears naturally |
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Half the bark, half the leaves ride the wind away |
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Some will die, some will stand |
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Little run down, little go down |
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Knowing this is the way |
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My body's aging fast |
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My mind ain't coming back |
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My sweet dream for tomorrow happened years ago |
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My scars are made of stone, my talents still aren't known, oh |
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I'm windblown |
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Dreams are like another man's change jingling in my pocket |
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Lost my own so I borrowed his what ever gets me farthest |
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Life is like a river you cross, all alone, shivering bones |
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Hoping, hoping |
