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I'm coming to terms that I'm not concerned |
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With planting my feet but looking onward |
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I'm growing older but I cant get over |
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The need of colder skin when I know that home is warmer |
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It's just that I have this problem |
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Where I want to be everywhere I'm not |
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I'm thankful for what I've got |
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A room in a house where my bed may stay |
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But the feel of another's sheets help keep my demons away |
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It's become clear that what keeps me here |
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Is the sense of failure and other nightmares |
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I've become jaded and I can't escape it |
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The thought of settling when I know it's what I've hated |
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It's just I have this problem |
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Where I want to be everywhere I'm not |
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It's just I know myself and I'll sacrifice everything I've got |
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Though I can't afford to eat as much as I should be |
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And my bills won't pay themselves so I'll come up with another scheme |
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This place looks better from a passenger window |
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Or stared at from above |
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But when you're chasing brightness |
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You lose concern with the damage done |
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It's not my fault |
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I'll try to call |
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No ties no roots I'm fine. |
