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In the sweet belly of the moment |
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When you realize you've changed |
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And everything you're after |
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Has gone down the drain |
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You're nothing more than just a drifter |
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As you walk down your road |
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Not exactly the picture |
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You thought you'd be sending home |
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All these places mean nothing |
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It's the people we count on |
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Here without a purpose |
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Gone without a song |
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Yesterday seemed so sudden |
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Today seems to have no end |
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So you button up the buttons |
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Say goodbye to what has been |
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Those black and white pictures |
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That file through your veins |
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That's the trouble with the future |
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It always stays the same |
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And your pride's been shaken |
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And those people you count on |
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Here without a purpose |
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And gone without a song |
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Without a song |
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In the uncertainty of a new day |
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Opportunity may howl |
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You hear the voice in a new way |
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In the past you didn't know how |
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You're old enough to know the difference |
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Between and enemy and a friend |
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With the eyes of knowledge upon you |
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You're able to stand up again |
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Life is always in motion |
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And there's new people to count on |
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Here you may find a purpose |
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And sing a brand new song |
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Life is always in motion |
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New people to count on |
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Here we find a purpose |
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To sing a brand new song |
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Brand new song |
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Sing a brand new song |
