| Always look so good on the outside
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| When you get to believin' it’s true,
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| Then you know that you’re on your way
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| People tug on your shirt, say you’re lucky
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| You’ve got ev’rything you want, but you don’t
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| Yet you dare not say
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| Go downtown people runnin' around
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| They climb slowly draggin' you downtown,
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| Horns make a dent in your mind
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| Plush rooms make a blindin' your eye to see,
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| Blindin' me. |
| Light, lovely light,
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| Won’t ya' shine in my window
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| Love, precious love won’t ya' fill ev’ry room,
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| Been too long on the road.
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| Maybe cynics veins are my life blood
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| Maybe bitin' the hand that I feed so I’ll try
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| Try to understand what it is that devours your freedom,
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| Makes you drop what you used to hold in your heart.
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| All the things you planned
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| Go upstairs with a someone who says she cares,
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| Like the devil she does,
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| What comes ever into your mind?
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| Then gone, leavin' you with the coldest room,
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| Oldest gloom. |
| Warm, won’t you be,
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| Please be there in my winter.
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| Love, precious love won’t ya' come full circle,
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| Been too long on the road.
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| How can I do this to myself?
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| Have I taken leave of my senses?
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| What kind of changes make a man
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| Want to tear down all his fences
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| Whoa, I’d like to know. |
| Home ever home,
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| How could I ever doubt you
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| Love, precious love, how could I live without you?
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| Been too long on the road. |