| I think I’ve outgrown my home
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| I’m kinda feeling lost wherever I go
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| I could be staring it right in the face and I wouldn’t know
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| I think I’ve outgrown my home…
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| I have a song in my heart,
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| And just like life it has a middle, an end, a start
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| And who knows if I’m on the path if I’m walking in the dark?
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| I have a song in my heart…
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| I’m happy just to float,
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| Wherever this river flows…
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| I’m just finding my feet, pounding the street,
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| Hoping that someday it will come.
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| And I’ve got to leave, write my own tragedies
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| Keep my old bridges there to burn.
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| Leave all doors open, I don’t know if I’ll return…
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| I’m out on my own…
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| Heading out on my own…
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| All of the faces I have seen,
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| Are lacking kindness and familiarity.
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| And all of the eyes I have known,
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| Have gone cold and turned to stone.
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| All of the faces I have known…
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| I’m happy just to float,
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| Wherever this river flows…
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| I’m just finding my feet, pounding the street,
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| Hoping that someday it will come.
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| And I’ve got to leave, write my own tragedies
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| Keep my old bridges there to burn.
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| Leave all doors open, I don’t know if I’ll return…
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| I’m out on my own…
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| Heading out on my own…
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| It’s not the end,
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| No, it’s just a change.
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| My world’s gone cold,
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| And my life’s turned grey.
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| I need some shelter through my darkest days,
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| I know I’ll be back someday…
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| I’m just finding my feet, pounding the street,
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| Hoping that someday it will come.
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| And I’ve got to leave, write my own tragedies
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| Keep my old bridges there…
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| I’m just finding my feet, pounding the street,
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| Hoping that someday it will come.
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| And I’ve got to leave, write my own tragedies
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| Keep my old bridges there to burn
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| Leave all doors open, I don’t know if I’ll return…
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| I’m out on my own…
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| Heading out on my own…
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| I’m out on my own…
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| Heading out on my own… |