| All the changes they will take their time
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| In the morning dust they’ll begin to rise
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| Halfway to a borderline
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| Well I can see the end
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| For the very first time
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| Well I know I lost just a little bit on the journey
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| When my mind’s been split by little things that didn’t fit on the way
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| Oh I know I lost just a little bit on the journey
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| 'Cos I’m trying so hard to get going
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| There’s a man on a bridge called suicide
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| And he hides his head while the coast is dark
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| And the river drags and the water sways
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| Oh his rags’ve seen better days
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| And I guess he lost just a little bit on the journey
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| For his mind was split by little things that didn’t fit on the way
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| (Oh) Yes I know he lost just a little bit on the journey
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| For every gift he had to give
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| For every life (yeah) he had to live
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| Well they meant nothing without her to guide him on his way
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| Well he told her he was a leader
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| Of a well respected (load)
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| But when he tried to leave her
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| Well she looked right down her nose
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| Many times he tried to make her believe in herself
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| But she wouldn’t listen to a word he said
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| Well he followed her though the darkness
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| All the chances I take
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| He followed her though the wilderness
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| Her mystery to break
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| Many times he tried to make her believe in herself
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| But she wouldn’t listen to a word he said
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| So for 40 days and for 40 nights
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| Well they tied my (ways) they can see the light
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| And the angel screamed in my nightmare ride
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| And the changes left (yeah) but they will take their time
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| And I guess I lost just a little bit on the journey
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| Yes I know I lost just a little bit on the way
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| I know I lost just a little bit on the journey
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| Oh I know I lost just a little bit on the journey
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| Yes I guess I lost just a little bit on the way
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| Yes I know I lost just a little bit on the journey
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| (Everybody's got a journey) |