They say home is where the heart is
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But my heart is wild and free
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So am I homeless or just heartless
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Did I start this, did it start me
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They say fear is for the brave
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For cowards never stare it in the eye
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So am I fearless to be fearful
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Does it take courage to learn how to cry
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So many winding roads
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So many miles to go
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They say love is for the loving
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And without love maybe nothing is real
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So am I loveless do I just love less
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Oh since love left I’ve nothing left to feel
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So many winding roads
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So many miles to go
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When I start feeling sick of it all
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It helps to remember I’m a brick in the wall
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That runs down from the hillside to the sea
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And when I start feeling that it’s gone too far
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I lie on my back and stare up at the stars
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And wonder if they’re staring back at me
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When I start feeling sick of it all
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It helps to remember I’m a brick in the wall
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That runs down from the hillside to the sea
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Yeah when I start feeling that it’s gone too far
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I lie on my back and stare up at the stars
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And wonder if they’re staring back at me
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Oh when I start feeling sick of it all
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It helps to remember I’m a brick in the wall
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That runs down from the hillside to the sea
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Yeah when I start feeling that it’s gone too far
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I lie on my back and stare up at the stars
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And wonder if they’re staring back at me
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Oh when I start feeling sick of it all
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It helps to remember I’m a brick in the wall
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That runs down from the hillside to the sea
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Oh when I start feeling that it’s gone too far
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I lie on my back and stare up at the stars
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And wonder if they’re staring back at me, yeah |