| Been round this road so many times
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| Feel like its skin is part of mine
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| This taste of milk is almost gone
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| Still got my shame, but not for long
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| Been wrong so many times before
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| But never quite like this
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| Heard it all, in the rain, but the rain all turned to mist
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| I hope to make it home one day
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| I doubt that day will come
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| I know, by now, that my days they’re all gone
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| Been round this road so many times
|
| Feel like its skin is part of mine
|
| This taste of milk is almost gone
|
| Still got my shame, but not for long
|
| Been wrong so many times before
|
| But never quite like this
|
| Heard it all, in the rain, but the rain all turned to mist
|
| Been round this road so many times
|
| Feel like its skin is part of mine
|
| This taste of milk is almost gone
|
| Still got my shame, but not for long
|
| Been wrong so many times before
|
| But never quite like this
|
| Heard it all, in the rain, but the rain all turned to mist |