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Yeah, I left my past |
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I hitchhiked away from bad times |
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Now I try to get used to |
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The freedom to speak what's on my mind |
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When it turn to tears ... |
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I wonder why - |
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The dreams were under my pillow |
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But, there are no answers |
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Yeah, love is a riddle |
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Yeah, so many times |
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When I complain about life |
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I'm unsatisfied |
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I guess it's not about the car that |
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I drive - |
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Or the house |
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I can't buy |
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It's dry tears that |
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I cry I know that all |
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I need is |
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That it's easy and free |
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Between you and me |
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Yeah, tear down my littlewall |
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And drag me away from old trouble |
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I feel there's a hand now |
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That keeps me from gettin' too close today |
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Yeah, so many times... |