| One thing goes good and the rest of my life seems to fall apart,
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| Pick up the pieces take 'em back to the start,
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| It takes heart to stand behind the fence so long,
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| for everything that goes right, ten things go wrong.
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| And I wonder why things gotta be so hard,
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| So many battle wounds have left me scarred,
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| Tryna find my way around in this crazy place,
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| Gettin' left behind because I’m always on the chase.
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| And I noticed you (yeah),
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| Slip away from me,
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| Gotta find a way to,
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| Close the space between.
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| I need to find my way back home again,
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| Someday I’ll make it back, but I don’t know when,
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| I need to find my way back home again,
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| So I can be with family and my friends,
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| Maybe sometime we can do this again,
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| But now’s not the time, so until then,
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| I need to find my way back home again,
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| So I can be with family and my friends.
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| I can be in a crowded room and I’m feelin' all alone,
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| Time’s chuggin' along and I’m gettin' grown,
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| I’m off to the next level but I got to pay the cops,
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| They say that not all who wander are lost,
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| Why can’t people just be happy for me when I succeed?
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| And when I’m feelin' low just be there for me.
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| Is my friend to my face, behind my back the enemy?
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| Only got time if they’re really down with me,
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| And I noticed you (yeah),
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| Slip away from me,
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| Gotta find a way to,
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| Close the space between.
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| The road takes a hold (yeah)
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| And it’s so easy,
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| To find myself so far,
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| From where I need to be.
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| I need to find my way back home again,
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| Someday I’ll make it back, but I don’t know when,
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| I need to find my way back home again,
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| So I can be with family and my friends,
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| Maybe sometime we can do this again,
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| But now’s not the time, so until then,
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| I need to find my way back home again,
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| So I can be with family and my friends.
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| Look at me, I’m a superstar,
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| Chartered planes and chauffered cars,
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| Five star rooms and martini bars,
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| Bareskin rugs with big 'ole paws,
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| Keep my (indistinct word) tight with my big 'ole drawers,
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| (indistinct) and life want to be so grand,
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| But all goes wrong when I leave my fam,
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| What happened to the dive bars and all my friends?
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| The ones who always loved me for who I am,
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| Never what I’ve done or where I’ve been,
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| I really need to get back home again,
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| Lord wontchya take me back home again?
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| And I noticed you (yeah),
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| Slip away from me,
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| Gotta find a way to,
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| Close the space between.
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| The road takes a hold (yeah)
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| And it’s so easy,
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| To find myself so far,
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| From where I need to be.
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| I need to find my way back home again,
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| Someday I’ll make it back, but I don’t know when,
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| I need to find my way back home again,
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| So I can be with family and my friends,
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| Maybe sometime we can do this again,
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| But now’s not the time, so until then,
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| I need to find my way back home again,
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| So I can be with family and my friends.
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| Fade:
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| So I can be with family and my friends.
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| (It's so hard, yeah!)
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| So I can be with family and my friends.
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| So I can be with family and my friends.
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| So I can be with family and my friends.
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| (Since I moved on, yeah…) |