| There’s a hungry road I can only hope’s
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| Gonna eat me up inside
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| There’s a drifting spirit coming clean
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| In the eye of a lifelong fire
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| Tell Monday I’ll be around next week
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| I’m running ahead of my days
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| In the shotgun chance that scattered us
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| I’ve seen the error of my ways
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| Well we’ve wrapped ourselves in golden crowns
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| Like sun gods spitting rain
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| Found a way home written on this map
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| Like red dye in my veins
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| In the hardest times that come around
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| The fear of losing grows
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| I’ve lost and seen the world shut down
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| It’s a darkness no one knows
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| And I’ve poured out the pleasure and dealt with the pain
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| Standing in a station waiting in the rain
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| I’m starting to feel a little muscle again
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| But love is lost like a runaway train
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| Oh I’m out of control and out of my hands
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| I’m tearing like a demon through no man’s land
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| Trying to get a grip on my life again
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| Nothing hits harder than a runaway train |