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What I've kept with me |
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and what I've thrown away |
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And where the hell I've ended up |
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On this glary, random day |
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Were the things I really cared about |
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just left along the way |
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For being too pent up and proud |
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Woke up way too late |
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feeling hungover and old |
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And the sun was shining bright |
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and I walked barefoot down the road |
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Started thinking 'bout my old man |
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It seems that all men want to get into a car and go |
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anywhere |
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Here I stand |
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Sad and free |
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I can't cry |
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I can't see |
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What I've done |
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Oh God what have I done? |
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Don't you know 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 |
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And I'm indifferent to the loss |
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And I think that there's a soul somewhere |
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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 |
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Sad and free |
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I can't cry |
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and I can't see |
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What I've done |
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Oh God what have I done? |
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Ooh |
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I poured my heart out |
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I poured my heart out |
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It evaporated - see? |
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Blind man on a canyon's edge |
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Of a panoramic scene |
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Maybe I'm a kite that's flying high and random |
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Dangling on a string |
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Or slumped over in a vacant room |
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Head on a stranger's knee |
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I'm sure back home |
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They think I've lost my mind |
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Here I stand - sad and free |
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I can't cry and I can't see |
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What I've done |
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Oh God what have I done |
