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It's been a while since we last touched bases, |
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Ever since 'State of the Art' Rushed playlists. |
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Been around the globe a couple of times, |
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Sang in a thousand homes but none of them mine. |
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Played a thousand shows under the lights, |
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And walked on mountain roads touching the sky. |
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Rocked foreign shores when I swore I had no name, |
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That meant more than the awards and accolades, |
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Like I can't believe we made our calling |
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We've barley stopped to breathe and take it all in |
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It's got a hold on me the day I fold and leave |
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It's gonna seem like I'm falling |
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And I buried two friends, lost touch with some others |
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Split with my girl, found love with another |
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For every road the world I knoe gets smaller |
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Came home to find my son had grown a head taller. |
