| It all seems so plain
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| People are coming through
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| These changes I can’t explain
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| But they start with me and you
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| So if you’re looking for your way
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| You’re soon gonna find
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| That it ain’t no easy road
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| And all folks aren’t so kind
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| You gotta listen with your heart
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| You gotta listen with your heart
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| Don’t try and tell me
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| That there could be a reason for this way
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| Then how come you’re going hungry
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| While I get fed every day?
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| So I am looking for my way
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| And everyday it changes
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| Some days I’m right on top
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| And then it rearranges
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| I can feel it in the air
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| Yes, I can feel it in the air
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| No doubt thes are crazy times
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| Nothing has much reason or rhym
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| My mother couldn’t tell me
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| My father, he didn’t know
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| My brother bought a book and said
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| «This is where to go
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| Where to go»
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| Every day working it out
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| Every day a little less doubt
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| Working it out every day
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| Every day I find a new way
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| Every day working it out
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| Every day a little less doubt
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| It’s so hard to sit still
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| Don’t want to miss all the thrills
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| But looking back on yesterday
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| Those thrills seem so far away
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| ‘Cause if you run around and hide
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| You miss the thing inside
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| It comes when you’re alone
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| With no one else at home
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| I can feel it in the air
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| Yes, I can feel it in the air
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| Can you can feel it in the air? |