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