| Tripped all over my friends*
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| At once as they were starting to unwind
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| Had a feeling I was losing
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| 'Cause as they moved along
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| I was falling far behind
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| I’ve got a frame full of
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| Good intentions that I left back at home to rot
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| Thought that to stay underground
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| And go streamline I’d be strong
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| Now I know I’m not everyday’s a week now
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| A search for identity
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| The ground below my feet
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| Has got the best of me
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| And I’m tired of always changing
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| I’m tired of being seen
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| The path is leading homeward bound
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| Only God knows where I’ve been
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| I got sick of all of my friends at once
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| As they were starting to unwind
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| Had a feeling I was losing
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| 'Cause as they moved along I was falling far behind
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| I’ve got a box full of small inventions
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| That I left back at home to rot
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| Thought that to stay underground
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| And go streamline I’d be strong
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| Now I know I’m not Many months I’ve been gone now
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| I’ve learned from all I’ve seen
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| Turn around and face southward bound
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| This has got the best of me
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| I’ll keep looking for an answer
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| Until my eyes have gone blind I’ve run myself in circles
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| And made it through this time
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| With one foot on the platform
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| One foot on the train I’m going back to Richmond
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| To wear that ball and chain |