| Well I’ve been
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| Running round this globe for a couple o' spins now
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| Grown from school days the outcast from the in crowd
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| I keep my chin down as time flies and seasons vanish
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| Hold the self-belief to manage grip and seize my canvas
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| Paint the colour that connects with me and speaks my language
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| Try to release my baggage be free to relieve the anguish
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| When it’s freezing cold feel the warmth between my toes
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| Of this earth I walk, creation is what feeds my soul
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| It can ease the load climbing on the steepest road
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| So I preach this ode to remind myself to keep control
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| When it’s all too much and I dive to free fall
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| I try to centre myself on the centre of life’s see-saw
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| I crave the fun times, the sunshine entices
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| Of wandering temptation and unwind my vices
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| From the drugs to the girls and the beers I’m drinking
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| And remember what’s at staking staring in the mirror thinking
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| Well I’ve been down this road before
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| It’s been one hell of a ride
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| The challenge is to balance on that fine line
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| Between the earth and sky
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| And I will wait for the morning sun
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| Till the way is clear as day
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| Well ok hallelujah
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| Now watch me take the stage
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| Oh a oh
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| Oh a oh
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| Oh a oh
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| Oh a oh yeah
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| It’s the hunt for the high, the people I’ve met, the places I’ve seen (ohh)
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| The stories I’ve told, the forks in the road chasing my dream (woahh)
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| On the brink stop and think I’m telling you dreams don’t cost a thing
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| I know we all die alone but I feel faith within that cosmic link
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| I surf the starlight where every wish is worthy
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| Only happy when you’ve got it often makes you miss the journey
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| Coincide with chemistry, flow and ride my energy
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| We’ll grow our grass greener than that other side will ever be
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| The man on the mic, the rose on my drum kit
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| Happy with my reflection even though I’ve done dumb shit
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| And sometimes I think of stuff keen to get that instant rush
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| Fiending for that pick me up that’s probably why I drink too much
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| It’s not the feeling of the high when you’re running round
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| It’s the friends that you find when you’re coming down
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| From smooth sailing to foggy rocky roads
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| I won’t be faked by my reflection like that dog that dropped his bone
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| Well I’ve been down this road before
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| It’s been one hell of a ride
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| The challenge is to balance on that fine line
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| Between the earth and sky
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| And I will wait for the morning sun
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| Till the way is clear as day
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| Well ok hallelujah
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| Now watch me take the stage
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| Oh a oh
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| Oh a oh
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| Oh a oh
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| Oh a oh
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| Oh a oh
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| Oh a oh
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| Oh a oh |