| Young man
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| Having trouble
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| Home
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| Life is a double
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| Faces
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| The mirror stares at him
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| With eyes that tell him
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| Begin
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| A new life
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| Search and you’ll come to find
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| No bags
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| No time
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| Just a heart and a hand to write
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| Down
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| His soul’s thirst for water
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| In an endless desert sky
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| The sun will rise
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| Gotta make it through the night
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| The sun will rise
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| Off in a cold night
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| Underneath the desert sky
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| My love came to me in a flash of bright
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| Headlights
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| In the dark as I opened up my eyes
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| Hoping for a ride
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| The I saw
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| Headlights
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| Cold air
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| Seeps, bights
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| Through his ripped up clothes
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| As he clutches a pocket
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| Knife
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| Visions in his mind of his mom and dad
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| Mourning his flight
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| His heart grows warm
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| Knowing he’s got to go home
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| His heart grows warm |