| There’s no street lamps on the road i take
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| I’m not blessed with brakes
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| I’ve got no place to be
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| The things i love always get up and go
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| Like they’re late for a show
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| Well, late they’ll always be
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| 'cause it’s the little details that derail your dreams
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| As simple as it seems
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| The separate little things that you should have done
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| Define your life, honey, one by one
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| I may be living but I’ll die for an end
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| With no money to spend
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| There’ll be no treasure to find
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| 'cause nothing I do ever seems to get done
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| A lot of things get begun but then they slip my mind
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| It’s the little details that derail your dreams
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| As simple as it seems
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| The separate little things that you should have done
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| They define your life, honey, one by one
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| I’ve tried to run, but there ain’t nowhere to run
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| Tried to hide, but there ain’t nowhere to hide
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| I’ve looked for peace, honey, peace could not be found
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| I’ve done myself wrong and put my anchor down
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| And happiness, happiness is up in the hills
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| You can take your dollar bills or you can leave 'em behind
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| And emptiness, emptiness is up in my head
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| All the books that i’ve read just cleaned out my mind
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| It’s the little details that derail your dreams
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| As simple as it seems
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| The separate little things that you should have done
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| They define your life, honey, one by one
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| I’ve tried to run, but there ain’t nowhere to run
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| Tried to hide, but there ain’t nowhere to hide
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| I’ve looked for peace, honey, peace could not be found
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| I’ve done myself wrong and put my anchor down
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| Well the truth is this: i don’t care if i belong
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| When there’s all these stupid songs are on the radio |