| A scrape, a scab A broken down path
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| It’s a way I’ve gone and it never takes me back
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| But I get homesick for the ones I never had
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| And if it’s good I’ll break it till it’s bad
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| I sit, I stand, I pace with shaking hands
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| It’s a coffee, then a beer and the day just disappears
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| Tomorrow I’ll be right as rain I swear,
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| Tonight I’m not going anywhere
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| I’ll always find a mountain on the backside of a hill
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| I hate to disappoint you, but I know I always will
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| I’ll always find the mountain on the backside of a hill
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| I love, I leave
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| What makes me do these things?
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| If it’s fear, then here you can have it all my dear
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| When it’s over you’ll be sorry if I stay
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| And sorry doesn’t cut it at my age
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| I’ll always find a mountain on the backside of a hill
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| I hate to disappoint you, but I know I always will
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| I’ll always find the mountain on the backside of a hill
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| There’s no way to erase where I’ve been the last few days
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| I’m not seeking a pardon
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| Just a little bit of grace
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| I’ll always find a mountain on the backside of a hill
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| I hate to disappoint you, but I know I always will
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| I’ll always find the mountain on the backside of a hill
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| I’ll always find the mountain on the backside of a hill |