| This road is going nowhere
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| And these, these shoes are worn too thin
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| As always should haves where I’m going
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| As always could haves where I’ve been.
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| And all the things the I’ve said
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| and the road up ahead don’t mean nothing don’t mean nothing
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| and the things that I’ve done and the man I’ve become disappear
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| I wish I was anywhere but here.
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| There’s always footsteps from behind me
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| why don’t they ever read the writing on the wall
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| and all the time I’ve spent rewinding
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| it might mean nothing, it might mean nothing at all
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| And all the things the I’ve said
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| and the road up ahead don’t mean nothing don’t mean nothing
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| and the things that I’ve done and the man I’ve become disappear
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| I wish I was anywhere but here.
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| The bed next to me is empty
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| just like the, the shell I’m still trying to fill
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| the things put in life to tempt me
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| they wont ever, they might break my will
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| And all the things the I’ve said
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| and the road up ahead don’t mean nothing don’t mean nothing
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| and the things that I’ve done and the man I’ve become disappear
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| I wish I was anywhere but here. |
| Wish I was anywhere but here. |