| We built our home of glass next to a gravel road
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| Just to prize the strength we were made of
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| Our past a different time we told, only till it came between us
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| Feel the rumble, the crumble, the crash of dreams
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| Man I hope the grass is greener
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| Man this life is just not what it seems,
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| But for grace these times could be meaner
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| I found the peace of the roving soul
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| I have found the peace of the roving soul
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| We walk alone! |
| Past all these cultures of pain
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| Finding home! |
| And a backpack’s calling my name
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| And a backpack’s calling our name
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| No freedom found in the mistakes that others have made
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| But by grace I remember the price was paid
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| Forgiveness marks the start of this long long road
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| A daily fight of a creature with no legs of its own.
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| This experience has painted, painted a picture for me
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| Kill my pride so that my blinded eyes can see
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| I’m not defined by the actions of another man’s fear
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| Only known by the heart of the son right here.
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| I found the peace of the roving soul
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| I have found the peace of the roving soul
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| We walk alone! |
| Past all these cultures of pain
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| Finding home! |
| And a backpack’s calling my name
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| We walk alone! |
| Past all these cultures of pain
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| Finding home! |
| And a backpack’s calling my name
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| And a backpack’s calling our name |