| I never cared about the car I’d drive
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| Or the room I’d sleep or the bus I’d ride
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| Just as long as I could get somewhere
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| And not get hurt I could breathe out there
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| I knew I could be free out there … could be me
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| I never cared about the word prestige
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| About no inside track or no noblesse oblige
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| Just as long as I could pay my way
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| And pull my weight and say my say
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| As long as I could pay my way … I could say
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| Bridge
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| I never had no plans just dreams and vague directions
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| I would not make my stand
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| I the house of corrections
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| Now I can see at last I see that everything is changing
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| And if you want to hold on fast the future needs arranging
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| Now I’m looking forward to you
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| Now I’m looking forward to you
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| My former view was backward
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| My backward view as blue
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| Now I’m looking forward to you
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| Love had a weight designed to bring me down
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| My hands would sweat and my heart would pound
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| Now I’ve learned it and I’ve turned around
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| And I hanker for that anchor sound
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| I hanker for that anchor sound
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| Once designed to bring me down
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| Repeart Bridge & Chorus |