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The walk back home begins when |
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you're far away off course |
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It doesn't seem to matter where you've been |
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when you've got remorse |
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But every move you make and |
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especially all you've faked |
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It's all burnt by the sun onto your back |
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You touch softly yet entangled in contract |
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And you say you're almost human |
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But that's too easy That's too easy to say |
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A bird is free, they say, and |
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the world's just one more cage |
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The sage just smiles and stares all the time at |
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the monster's rage |
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It's carbon, pure and simple |
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and droplets that make ripples |
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A long and dark December |
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But hold onto your head Temper, temper |
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And you say you're almost human |
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But that's too easy That's too easy to say |