| There is nothing for which I am responsible
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| Just this baggage I’ll keep carrying on as if
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| I had someone
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| OK, maybe there is a woman somewhere
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| Who’s still thinking of me
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| Or a girl with coal black hair
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| Who’s haunted in her dreams
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| But what they’ve seen, well it wasn’t me
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| It was just some lie that they slept beside
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| I kept this from them
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| But I can’t keep this from you
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| So will you look for me
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| In that strange, bright place
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| Where the statues bloom in the park
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| They don’t need no rain
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| Because how I ever got to you, I have no idea
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| It’s like some secret door, well it just appeared
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| So, no matter what I do from now on with my time
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| You will always stay here in my mind
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| I am certain of this and I am not certain of anything
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| So I want to get myself attached to something bolted down
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| So that these winds of circumstance won’t keep blowing me around
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| From when I land to when I leave
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| There is enough time to sleep and sing
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| I keep running around, when all I want is to lay motionless |