| You said something 'bout a road less travelled
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| There ain’t many of those on my map
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| Hell, most of these have been trampled
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| This one used to be a mountain now it’s flat
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| I dunno which way is up now
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| I’ve burned away that air
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| There ain’t no money left in my magnet
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| And nobody can tell me where I’m at
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| No I’m not scared, but I’m not making any ground
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| I’m just bored
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| I’m still here, I’m still grateful
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| But sometimes I forget what seems so simple:
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| It’s only beautiful
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| When you open up your eyes
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| Nothing becomes beautiful
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| When you open up your eyes
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| A little bored in the middle of some nightmare
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| I guess it’s guaranteed to expire
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| So I will drink my fears and chase them
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| With a whiskey I can’t afford, then I’ll retire upstairs
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| Don’t let me go, don’t set me free
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| No need to be so dramatic now
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| We can’t really change, I don’t really want to
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| I just thought it might be nice to get out for a different view
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| It’s only beautiful
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| When you open up your eyes
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| Nothing becomes beautiful
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| When you open up your eyes
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| You’ve seen my face, I can’t pretend that I’m all that
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| I drank, I smoked, but I did not prepare |