| Side of the road, I stopped and
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| Picked up the pieces of your car
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| You were just standing, speechless
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| Knowing you’d never travel far
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| That’s what you do when someone’s given up on you
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| And that’s when I knew that I was giving up and giving in
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| That’s when I knew where I was
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| That’s when I knew that I was home
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| Stuck in the middle of the road
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| For better or worse, we compromise
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| You may have won my hand, dear
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| But it was the consolation prize
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| That’s when I knew that I was running out on you
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| That’s what you do when time is running out and running down
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| That’s when I knew where I was
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| That’s when I knew that I was home
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| Where does the heart reside
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| If not where I lay my head?
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| I could run but I’m petrified
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| And choose this instead
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| Again and again
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| End of the road I’m running
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| And look back to survey where I’d been
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| Someday I’ll write and ask you
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| If you could imagine what I’d seen
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| How could you think that I could turn my back on you?
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| How did you think this would be turning out? |
| And turning 'round
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| What could I do but you?
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| What could I do to call this home?
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| That’s when I knew where I was
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| That’s when I knew that I was home |