| I’m always on the outside looking in
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| It’s where I’ve always been
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| But the edge is where all the sparks fly
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| When the wheel spins
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| I swear someone is leaving messages for me
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| Under my feet
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| In bubblegum on the sidewalks of my street
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| On the sidewalks of my street
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| Deep down I know I should leave the past behind
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| Maybe in time
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| If only I could learn to let go of the hand that first held mine
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| Took a walk down memory lane
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| Just to see what still remained
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| Only to find out just about everything had changed
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| We will splinter and we will divide
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| We will disappear to two different sides
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| And I hope that the world in which you find
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| Yourself is better than the one you leave behind
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| One day we’ll return and we’ll take a look around
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| See the me and you of every town
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| The dreamers who are yet to learn
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| That everyone will try to shoot them down
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| Spilling their guts down the radio wire
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| Like preaching to the Christmas choir
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| But they wouldn’t piss on you
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| Even if you were on fire
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| We will splinter and we will divide
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| We will disappear to two different sides
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| But I hope that the world in which we find
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| Ourselves returning to is better than the one we left behind
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| Better than the one we left behind
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| Is better than the one we left behind
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| Better than the one we left behind |