| All the days that I fucked around
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| I wouldn’t take them back & I wouldn’t go back either
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| Floating as a seeker
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| I changed my shirt depending on the teacher
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| Riding into the sunset in a busted car
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| Burning another hole into the art project of my heart
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| Only to take a cab back to the start
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| Only to realize I took my picture in the dark
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| Going where the wind blows will blow you off your track
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| And doing what the boys do won’t make them do anything but laugh
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| When you don’t have much you don’t have much to give
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| Easy rider’s only a movie when you’ve got your own life to live
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| Into the sunset in a busted car
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| Not everyone’s got a sleeve where they can wear their heart
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| When you don’t have much you give it all away
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| Only to take the long walk to the start
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| Only to use your pen to find the pieces in the dark
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| Only to realized you can, sometimes
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| Walk back to the start |