| Kindly disregard this one feeling
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| My clothes on the floor can be misleading
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| As soon as they’re unpacked, they’ll need to be put back
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| To me, it always seems I am leaving
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| Yes, to me it always seems I am leaving
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| This bed can be decieving
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| 'Cause my time here is so fleeting
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| These bones hold the load of the open road
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| To me, it always seems I am leaving
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| Well, to me it just seems I am leaving
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| As soon as I arrive, I must say goodbye
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| All this despite my pleading
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| Those relentless miles are never satisfied
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| Never say you’re here to stay
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| Tangled friends start unweaving
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| Like a thread from a quilt receding
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| Even though I’m home, I feel the most alone
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| To me, it always seems I am leaving
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| Well, to me it always seems I am leaving
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| As soon as I arrive, I must say goodbye
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| All this despite my pleading
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| Those relentless miles are never satisfied
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| Never say you’re here to stay
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| There’s no point in grieving, this pattern is just repeating
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| I’ve seen those tears before and there’s something I ignore
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| To me it always seems I am leaving
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| Well, to me it always seems I am gone |