| I’m coming to terms that I’m not concerned
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| With planting my feet but moving onward
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| I’m growing older but I can’t get over
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| The need of colder skin when I know that home is warmer
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| It’s just I have this problem
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| Where I want to be everywhere I’m not
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| But I’m thankful for what I’ve got
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| A room in a house where my bed may stay
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| But the feel of another’s sheets help keep my demons away
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| It’s become clear that what keeps me here
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| Is the sense of failure and other nightmares
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| I’ve become jaded and I can’t escape it
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| The thought of settling when I know it’s what I’ve hated
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| It’s just I have this problem
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| Where I want to be everywhere I’m not
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| It’s just I know myself and I’ll sacrifice everything I’ve got
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| Though I can’t afford to eat as much as I would like to be
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| And my bills won’t pay themselves so I’ll come up with another scheme
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| This place looks better from a passenger window
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| Or stared at from above
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| But when you’re chasing brightness
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| You lose concern with the damage done
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| It’s not my fault
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| I’ll try to call
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| No ties no roots I’m fine |