| I don’t want to know about the weight on your back
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| Every stone you gather and stack—from now on
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| Don’t look at me for an ounce of pity
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| I don’t want to know when fortune comes
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| Cheated, borrowed, stolen, or won—same thing
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| The rocks all show when the river runs low
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| Acting like everything’s free
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| I don’t want to know how you bide your time
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| Consider me deaf, consider me dumb and blind
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| Consider me true to the man I knew
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| I don’t want to know how you make your way
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| Dropping stones to get back someday—well, go on
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| Every stride is another left behind
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| You’re acting like everything’s free
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| There’s always a cost underneath
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| Where’re you gonna go when the road runs out?
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| Fallen down, half-dead, waking in a flowerbed
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| Where’re you gonna turn when your bridges all burn?
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| Acting like everything’s free
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| There’s always a cost underneath
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| I don’t want to know where you lost the track
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| Going, gone, and never came back—it's the same thing
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| What’d you do with the person I knew?
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| What’d you do with the person I knew? |