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Broken down off the beaten path |
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This road has been left from all the maps |
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I feel at home not knowing what's in store |
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Like the vagabonds who've seen this road before |
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I've been waiting all this time to find what's right in front of me |
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Spinning wheels won't take me where I know I need to be |
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Time moves on, on, on, on and on |
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Time moves on, on, on, on and on |
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Carbon copy masquerade |
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The blinders you wear will never leave your face |
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You can't escape your way of life |
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For fear of knowing something else was right |
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I've been waiting all this time to find what's right in front of me |
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Spinning wheels won't take me where I know I need to be |
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Time moves on, on, on, on and on |
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Time moves on, on, on, on and on |
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Days pass on like turning pages |
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It doesn't feel real unless it's changing |
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[x3] |
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I've been waiting all this time to find what's right in front of me |
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Spinning wheels won't take me where I know I need to be |
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Time moves on, on, on, on and on |
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Time moves on, on, on, on and on |
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Time moves on, on, on, on and on |
