| Close my eyes
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| for the the first time I see where I want to be
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| Thousands of miles from where my feet could ever carry me
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| Well you said these streets are paved with gold
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| leaving me to find out on my own
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| Well you said these streets are paved with gold
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| leaving me to find out on my own
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| I’ve spent way to long
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| living in these close-lined boundaries
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| to project what’s expected out of me
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| And I’ve been looked up
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| I’ve been looked down on
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| For what sounds like fear, what sounds like fear
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| These blinding lights that are leading me in
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| Are the same lights that keep you home
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| Well you said these streets are paved with gold
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| Leaving me to find out on my own
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| I’ve spent way to long
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| living in these close-lined boundaries
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| to project what’s expected out of me
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| I’ve been looked down on
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| For what sounds like fear, what sounds like fear
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| Keep moving forward
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| And it’s clear the lights have misguided you
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| So safe in your four walls, so scared of the unknown
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| Just coming to terms that the unexpected is what you should
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| expect from me |
| I’ve spent way to long
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| living in these close-lined boundaries
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| to project what’s expected out of me
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| I’ve been looked down on
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| For what sounds like fear, what sounds like fear |