| 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 |