| All alone, traveling, traveling
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| Traveling so far away from home
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| I never meant this song to happen but there you go
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| Don’t go holding on to tight
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| It’ll never, never grow, never grow
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| We are free? |
| That is modern day philosophy
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| Saying what something else means to you means to me
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| The differences are always someone
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| Who’s feeling quite the same
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| Quite the same
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| Look the city streets are burning
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| Kicked the fence I carried on
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| Something inside my head was turning
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| Turning on
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| So talk to me and tell me something
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| That you learnt that I didn’t know
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| Push me with your stories and make my tears flow
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| Change the way I’m thinking to the truth
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| That’s your own, truth I know
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| Then fight with me, turn your story round
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| Pretty words you lie to me
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| Why you feel the need to always put on me?
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| Your anger and fear are always fighting for control, full control
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| Look the city streets are burning
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| Everyone of us looks on
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| Seems ours mind’s weren’t meant for turning
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| Turning on, turning on
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| Turning on, turning on |