| I’m not as crazy as I used to be Some of my devils upped and left me free
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| To find a quiet space
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| I’m not as out of place
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| I’m not as lonely as I was before
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| I don’t go in 'less there’s an open door to leave by
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| I’m starting to believe my own existence has a right to be And I’m comin' home again
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| It’s been too long a time
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| Gettin' back what’s mine
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| And I can’t remember why I went away
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| But it’s lookin' now like maybe I can stay
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| The poets cried for dreams they never saw
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| The only certainty is nothin’s sure
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| And most things stay the same
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| Or go back where they came
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| And though my answers still are undefined
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| By takin' chances I can start to find some reasons
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| Somethin' to believe in I can make it through
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| I can make it through
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| And I’m comin' home again
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| It’s been too long a time
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| Gettin' back what’s mine
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| And I can’t remember why I went away
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| But it’s lookin' now like maybe I can stay
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| Oh, and I’m comin' home again
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| It’s been too long a time
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| Gettin' back what’s mine
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| And I can’t remember why I went away
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| But it’s lookin' now like maybe I can stay |