| Well, I’m living in a shoebox on the corner of an endless road
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| and this city is as lonely as traffic.
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| I’m trying to get a hold.
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| ‘Cuz all my life I’ve been floating like a kite,
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| twisting and turning in the wind,
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| and I just might be ready to come down.
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| So, I will fight to make you my ground.
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| Waking up to an inch of sunlight and another dream thats over.
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| Yeah, I do what I want but it never fills the hole of being sober.
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| ‘Cuz all my life I’ve been floating like a kite,
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| twisting and turning in the wind,
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| and I just might be ready to come down.
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| So, I will fight to make you my ground.
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| High.
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| And the leaves fly right past my window,
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| introduce the rain.
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| And there’s nothing more here for me
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| in the cold embrace of the parade.
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| ‘Cuz all my life I’ve been floating like a kite,
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| twisting and turning in the wind,
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| and I just might be ready to come down.
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| So, I will fight to make you my ground.
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| Yeah, I will fight to make you my ground. |