| All it took was the time it takes
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| To smoke a cigarette or jam on the brakes
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| I nearly had it in my hands and now it’s gone
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| Am I complaining 'bout by luck again?
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| Well it seems to me I was the one
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| Stood moaning in the morning sun
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| And now it doesn’t matter much wherever I may roam
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| I keep feeling, feeling my way home
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| Now you see me, now you don’t
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| You say you will but I know you won’t
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| You nearly had me in your hands but now I’m gone
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| But not complaining 'bout my life again
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| No siree, and what I’ve got belongs to me entirely
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| I look left and I look right and I cross this road alone
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| 'Cos I’m feeling my way
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| I may go up, I may go down but wherever I may roam
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| I keep feeling my way home
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| Shall I explain away my life again?
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| Well it seems to me it’s too far gone
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| To wonder where it all went wrong
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| I get up and I get down but I get there on my own
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| And I’m feeling my way
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| I look left and I look right and I cross this road alone
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| 'Cos I’m feeling my way home |