| I keep my belongings with me at all times
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| I know what I need, I know what is mine
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| I keep my belongings with me at all times
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| Until I can carry no more
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| I put all my papers and records in piles
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| I store all my secrets in boxes and files
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| I keep my belongings with me at all times
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| Until I can carry no more
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| Sometimes when I wonder about you leaving
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| The shape of the hole when you’re gone
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| You give me something that I can believe in
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| You give me somewhere that I can belong
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| We move our belongings, we surround ourselves
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| With duplicate copies of books on our shelves
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| And too many mirrors combining our lives
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| Until we can’t tell them apart
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| And sometimes I crowd you and step on your toes
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| Sometimes I will go out in yesterday’s clothes
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| But I show you a sight that no one else knows
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| And hope that you’ll carry me on
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| Sometimes when I wonder about you leaving
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| The shape of the hole when you’re gone
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| You give me something that I can believe in
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| You give me somewhere that I can belong |