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I have not been home since you left long ago. |
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I'm thumbing my way back to heaven. |
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Counting steps. Walking backwards on the road. |
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I'm counting my way back to heaven. |
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I can't be free with what's locked inside of me. |
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If there was a key you took it in your hands. |
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There's no wrong or right but I'm sure there's good and bad. |
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The questions linger overhead. |
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No matter how cold the winter, there's a spring time ahead. |
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I'm thumbing my way back to heaven. |
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I'd wish that I could hold you. I'd wish that I had. |
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Thinking about heaven. |
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I let go of a rope. Thinking that's what held me back. |
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And in time I've realized it's now wrapped around my neck. |
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I can't see what's next from this lonely overpass. |
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Hang my head and count my steps as another car goes past. |
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All the rusted signs we ignore throughout our lives. |
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Choosing the shiny ones instead. |
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I turned my back. Now there's not turning back. |
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No matter how cold the winter, there's a spring time ahead. |
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I smile but who am I kidding. |
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I'm just walking the miles. Every once in a while I get a ride. |
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I'm thumbing my way back to heaven. (x3) |