| Truth, with all its far out schemes
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| Lets time decide what it should mean;
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| It ain’t the time but just the dreams that die
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| And sometimes when the room is still
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| Time with so much truth to kill
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| Leaves you by the window sill so tied
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| Without a wing, I take you high
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| Without a clue I tell you why
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| Now, I just want to keep my name, not bother anybody’s games
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| Without ideas of gold or fame or insane heights
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| I don’t need a lot of money, I don’t want a Playboy Bunny
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| Just a love to call me honey late at night
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| In my arms, by my side, in my arms late at night
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| But I don’t know, I ain’t been told
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| Everyone is so alone
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| Ev’rybody wants a hand to hold
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| They’re so afraid of being old
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| And they’re scared of dying, so unknown
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| And so alone, we're rollin' home
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| There’s nothing big I want to prove
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| No mountains that I want to move
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| Or even say what’s right or true for you
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| My sights, my songs are slightly charred
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| You might feel they miss their mark
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| But things are only what they are and nothing new
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| But for me, I know they’ll do
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| But for me, I know they’ll do
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| Well if you care what people think
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| Like they were some missing link;
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| They’ll just stand back and watch you sink slow
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| They’ll never help you to decide
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| They’ll only take you on a ride
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| After which they’ll try and hide the fact that they don’t know
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| What you should do, where you should go
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| What you should do, where you should go
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| WelI I don’t know, I ain’t been told
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| Everyone is so alone
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| Ev’rybody wants a hand to hold
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| They’re so afraid of being old
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| They’re scared of dying, so unknown
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| And so alone, we're rollin' home
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| I can’t claim I know my Father
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| I’ve been lookin' for my brother
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| And I end up just another one
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| Fantasies and prophesies fill me head like fallin leaves
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| Well underneath I don’t believe one
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| I want to do what’s been done
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| You can try hide he can run
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| Well, I can see a king and queen, a beggar falling at my feet;
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| They all must have the same sad dreams at night;
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| Futility breeds senseless war, pit the rich against the poor
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| While cause is buried long before the fight
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| For what went wrong, for what went right
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| It’s just the strong man, who ever says what’s right
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| Well I don’t know, I ain’t been told
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| Everyone is so alone
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| Ev’rybody wants a hand to hold
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| They’re so afraid of being old
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| They’re scared of dying, so unknown
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| And so alone, we're rollin' home
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| We’re rollin' home |