| I’ve been walking railroads; |
| I’ve been kicking stones
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| Trying to find the way back, trying to find a home
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| Caught inside a dark spot in the middle of the light
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| Maybe time just forgot to keep me in its sight
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| And left me here behind
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| That city’s like a fast stream, the blur of rushing lights
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| The way it bends around me while I live between the lines
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| The feeling you’re surrounded, the feeling you’re alone
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| The way the silence shouts it, the way its shadows glow
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| And with every other step I take
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| I can feel another slip away
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| I can see the colors bleed and fade
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| Like a picture cornered in its frame
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| Living like a memory trapped inside a room
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| You can leave alone for centuries but nothing ever moves
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| And like a broken record, the song that plays the same
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| The notes are still familiar but the way you hear them changed
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| And with every other step I take
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| I can feel another slip away
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| I can see the colors bleed and fade
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| Like a picture cornered in its frame
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| Sometimes when I’m dreaming that’s when I think I know
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| The stories I’ve been reading, the stories still untold
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| Will give you happy endings, the hope that things can change
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| Will be forever mending and never fade away
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| And never fade away
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| Never fade away |