| It’s not the road we used to know
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| They tore some buildings down
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| The traffic’s like a pack of dogs
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| There’s fewer trees, windows, fleas
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| There’s concrete on the lawn
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| There’s people here but you are gone
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| And I find still swimming through time
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| Afraid some days I’ve reached the shore
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| «Make yourself free»
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| A man said back to me
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| Now my heart is like an open door
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| And the road finally gave me back
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| But I don’t think I’ll unpack
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| Because I’m not sure if I live here any more
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| It’s not my weight that makes me faint
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| Or the sugar in my blood
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| But the way these strangers stand so close
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| They say my name like a guessing game
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| «Is that really you?»
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| No, I don’t think it ever was
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| In the spring
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| When the world’s turning green
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| I only think about the fall
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| The frets on the board
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| My progression of chords
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| Oh, how I want this to resolve
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| And the road finally gave me back
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| But I don’t think I’ll unpack
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| Because I’m not sure if I live here any more
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| Now the road finally gave me back
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| But I don’t think I’ll unpack
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| Because I’m not sure if I live here
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| No, I’m not sure if I live here
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| No, I’m not sure if I live here
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| Anymore |