| So much has changed and I’m not getting through
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| Faced with the possibility of growing old alone
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| And backed with a head that’s made of stone
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| The black cloud follows me
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| Wherever I go
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| If I ignore it for another day
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| Then maybe it’ll go away
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| I’m running away
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| I’m running away
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| I don’t care where I go or where I stay
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| The question can’t be answered so easily
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| Deep in it all we can’t seem to agree
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| Waking up the bad taste won’t leave me alone
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| I’m like a man out of time
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| A man without a home
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| The black cloud follows me
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| Wherever I go
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| If I ignore it for another day
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| Then maybe it’ll go away
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| I’m running away
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| I’m running away
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| I don’t care where I go or where I stay
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| It’s always hard to admit
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| When I’ve been wrong all along
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| It’s always hard to admit
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| I’m always wrong
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| The black cloud follows me
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| Wherever I go
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| If I ignore it for another day
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| Then maybe it’ll go away
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| I’m running away
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| I’m running away
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| I don’t care where I go
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| I don’t care where I stay
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| I’m running away
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| I’m running away
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| I don’t care what I do or what you say
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| I don’t care what I do or what you say |