| There’s a man around the corner, he’s been askin' me for change and I could use
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| some, think I could use some
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| Sometimes all these things slow me down
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| Like the concrete that’s been stickin' to the bottom of my shoes
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| Souls worn and tired have started wearing though
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| I can feel them heavier now
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| There’s a hole here in my pocket
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| It reminds me of the ways I am hungry
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| And always running for an open door
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| But on the highway heavyhearted humming just to hear a sound
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| Loneliness it lingers through unfamiliar towns
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| All of them stunning and none of them home
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| And I don’t know if I live like this for peace of mind
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| Can’t say if I do it for the foolish pride
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| Maybe it’s all just to prove that I’m alive
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| I’m alive
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| So I tell myself I’m brave
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| And I swear that I’m bold
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| But I’m afraid it isn’t so
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| Maybe I’m nothing more than alone
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| Am I running just to run?
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| Sometimes it seems running is all I’ve ever done
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| But is there something more to settle for that I have given up?
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| Does this fickle heart feel trapped in love?
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| Is there something more to settle for, or have I just given up?
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| Does my fickle heart still believe in love? |