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The world is feeling warmer |
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The path rolling to your door is a jungle |
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I'll be back because I never left |
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Down the dirty sidewalks stream |
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Dressed in their finest dreams |
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All the gold and revelry |
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Like the ghosts of New Orleans |
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Pupils bigger than the canyons in the sea |
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Darling, what would you do if you were me? |
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If you were me, twisted in the vines |
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Hoping that you would see |
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I'm feeling rootless in my wandering mind |
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Time is moving, it's moving |
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I see you creep into my room like smoke |
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Under my door, I can feel you in my throat |
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You ain't no good but you're good enough |
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I'll give you all my time but not my love |
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'Cause I'm trying to bring it home |
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But you're standing in my way |
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Bandits with red handkerchiefs |
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Covering their face |
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It takes a whole lot to shake |
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Don't get caught up in the time spent |
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You're walking round in circles |
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Asking where the time went |
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I'm feeling rootless in my wandering mind |
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Time is moving while I'm feeling rootless |
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Without you I am rootless, I am moving |
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I'm feeling rootless, so I keep on moving |
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I'm feeling rootless, so I keep on moving on |
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I'm feeling rootless in my wandering mind |
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Time is moving while I'm feeling rootless |
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Without you I am rootless, I am moving |
