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Well it's about that time again |
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Your feet are getting pushed by the wind |
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and i have fled the room in fear of |
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in fear of the way you love to move about |
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with time you'll realize |
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oh, this urge you can't control |
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return to face the road that's snappin' at your legs and nappin' on your steps. |
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oh, it's impossible to give up what you know |
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the reasons you might stay are fading with the day. |
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now the plants are coming back from weeks of rest |
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and that sun has got to beatin' on your chest |
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it's warm and blood is circling around your veins |
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so you're off to build yourself a better name. |
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walk fast, don't look back |
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so if you seek to learn, then lay right down and turn an ear to face the dirt |
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advice is not just words |
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and stand up straight, you'll see the stars and galaxies |
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they'll lead you right along to somewhere you belong |
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drifter, you're going home now |
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drifter, you're going home. |
