| My feet plow on
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| From light to dawn
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| My empty belly and my body aches
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| Ain’t hard to take
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| Next to the weight
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| I carry in my chest
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| A pound of flesh
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| Could never tip the scale that I’ve made
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| I should have stayed
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| But I was never wise
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| I hear your voices in the wind that cuts the night
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| And I pray to whatever is listening things’ll be all right
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| Oh, my boy, you’re alive
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| Your heart’s still beating
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| So don’t you mind, don’t you mind
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| We all drift sometimes
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| I can still hear your feet as you ran from the house
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| Knowing you won’t be back doesn’t mean that I will stop waiting
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| You told me then, hold me down, hold me up to the fire
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| But don’t you dare hold me back
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| Whoa…
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| I see your face’s in the clouds that scar the night
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| And I pray to whoever is listening things’ll be all right
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| Then today I wake up feeling easy
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| And find I’m on the more familiar roads
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| I got a darkness wrapped inside me
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| But now it ain’t so hard to let it go
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| So keep a candle burning in the window
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| I’m almost home |