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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 hand |
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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 springtime ahead |
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i'm thumbing my way back to heaven |
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i wish that i could hold you |
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i wish that i had |
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thinking 'bout 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 no turning back |
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no matter how cold the winter, there's a springtime 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'll get a ride |
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i'm thumbing my way back to heaven |
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thumbing my way back to heaven |
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i'm thumbing my way back to heaven... |