| Dirty streets and the unpaved plans
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| Take me back home to where it all began
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| I want to fist fight with the good old days
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| They ditched me for a worse tomorrow
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| Sweep me up into the undertow
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| A little more safety — a little more you
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| I’ve been feeling not quite not myself
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| Wake me up — wash me of
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| I’ve got lessons to learn
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| Trust me with this, you don’t need to know
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| Everything you think you need to know
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| I’ve held high the thought of growing old
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| A pleasant hope to find my home
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| Why do you run so far past my limits?
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| Can’t you see my open hand and the good things in it?
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| How you see me eclipses what I’ve done
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| Maybe I’ve misheard my name all along
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| I can’t stand straight, when I’m alone
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| I’ve been beaten down with my mistakes
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| Sweep me up into the undertow
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| A little more safety — a little more you
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| I’ve been feeling not quite not myself
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| Wake me up — wash me of my selfishness
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| I’ve got lessons to learn |