| Well, you’re leaving
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| As you walk right through the door
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| I am seeing
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| All the differences now
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| I keep keeping
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| On the wrong side of the street
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| I keep believing
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| Believing in the make believe
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| I’ve got some problems
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| Keeping folks around
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| And I’ve been writing songs
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| Songs for the crowd
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| Is the dream worth dying for
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| When you’re six feet underground?
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| And what you lying for
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| Oh, aren’t you tired out?
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| Is the dream worth dying for
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| When you’re six feet underground?
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| And what you lying for
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| Oh, aren’t you tired out?
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| Tell me all your secrets
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| Come on, spit 'em out
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| I can see your demons
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| Yeah, you got a lot
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| And if you keep running
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| Sure enough, you’ll run out
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| And is it worth keeping
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| If it’s keeping you down?
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| We cuffed our jeans
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| To keep 'em off the streets
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| And we packed up our things
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| To keep ourselves free
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| Told ourselves the open road
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| Is the only way to go
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| Well, I told myself so many times
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| That the road left me alone
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| Is the dream worth dying for
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| When you’re six feet underground?
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| And what you lying for
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| Oh, aren’t you tired out?
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| Is the dream worth dying for
|
| When you’re six feet underground?
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| And what you lying for
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| Oh, aren’t you tired out?
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| Aren’t you tired out?
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| Aren’t you tired out?
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| Aren’t you tired out?
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| Aren’t you tired out? |