| I believe nowhere is a better place to be
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| Than not knowing where you’re going now
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| I said education is a better state of mind
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| But I’d trade all my books to find a home
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| If I made bets on a better time
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| I’d lose my money every single dime
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| I believe moss on a rolling stone
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| Is better than the rust that’s growing on my home
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| 'Cause it eats at me sometimes
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| The more you struggle
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| More you fight it
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| More it clings to you at night
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| The more you wonder
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| More you dream
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| The more you pray it starts to die
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| And it does
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| Though it kicks you in the side
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| Yes it does
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| Though it takes a little time
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| I believe heaven is a pretty place to stay
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| But not knowing scares me half to death
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| I believe God is a bigger man than me
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| But sometimes I think that I can fight him
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| We kicked the devil on a Friday night
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| Just about lost when he came in close and tight
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| Took him with a punch to his gritty chin
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| Asked him to please not come back here again
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| But he eats at me sometimes
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| The more you struggle
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| More you fight it
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| More he clings to you at night
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| The more you wonder
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| More you dream
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| The more you pray he starts to die
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| And it does
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| Though he kicks you in the side
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| Yes it does
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| Though it takes a little time
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| I believe home is a place that I will get someday
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| If someone just will hold me
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| I believe hope is a thing that I will find some time
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| If someone just will show me
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| I believe love is given, going, gone
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| Come back to kiss me on the forehead
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| And I believe moss on a rolling stone
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| Is better than the rust that’s growing on my home
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| 'Cause it eats at me sometimes
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| The more I struggle
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| More I fight it
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| More it clings to me at night
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| The more I wonder
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| More I dream
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| The more I pray it starts to die
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| And it does
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| Though it kicks me in the side
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| Yes it does
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| Though it takes a little time |