| When all my homes don’t feel like home
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| And the doors don’t open the way they should
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| When all my senses are telling me
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| That the situation’s changed again
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| It’s not the miles that I must drive
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| Or the endless questions in my mind
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| It’s all the birds that I can see
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| And the soaring circles that they fly
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| And half the world is moving on without me
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| The Sun goes down, but I’m still standing here
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| Where the I divides, where the I divides
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| You’ll find me where the I divides
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| When there is no way to go ahead
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| Without leaving something else behind
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| Where there are signs that point me on
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| To a shining path or a simple mind
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| When all my machines have all run down
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| And I don’t know what I’m fighting for
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| There is some change inside of me
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| And I know I can’t stay here anymore
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| 'Cause half the world is moving on around me
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| And I’m still standing, hesitating here
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| Where the I divides, where the I divides
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| You’ll find me where the I divides
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| Where the I divides, where the I divides
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| You’ll find me where, where the I divides
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| Where the I divides, where the I divides
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| You’ll find me where, where the I divides
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| Where the I divides
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| You’ll find me where, where the I divides
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| Where the I divides
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| You’ll find me where, where the I divides |