| Dream too big, the goal is in the way
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| Break down trees, cede mirrors
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| Silence while eating, looks that hurt
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| There is no altar for my faith yet
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| The holy middle finger to the grave
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| My head is an armoury, I'm talking sword and saber
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| And against the signs you stand there, as if from space
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| You a bitch, I'm a hopeless case
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| Dirt on your shoes and freedom in your hair
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| Wherever you go — Tumbleweed
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| will you take me with you |
| Maybe it's raining where you're going
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| will you take me with you |
| Maybe pepper will grow where you end up
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| will you take me with you |
| One or two scars might still hurt
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| No matter where you go
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| No matter where you go
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| A baker, a gas station, a caravan pouf
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| Hondaclub — underbody lit frustration
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| Don't wait for salvation, there's not even a bus here
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| I curse into the silence that swallows everything
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| I wrap few years in tipping paper
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| Go through it and don't know anything about me anymore
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| Under my hood I flee from here
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| High in the sky, deep in the sea
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| And against the signs you stand there, as if from space
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| You a bitch, I'm a hopeless case
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| Dirt on your shoes, freedom in your hair
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| Rumors precede you, curses after you
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| will you take me with you |
| Maybe it's raining where you're going
|
| will you take me with you |
| Maybe pepper will grow where you end up
|
| will you take me with you |
| And one or two scars might still hurt
|
| No matter where you go
|
| No matter where you go
|
| will you take me with you |
| Maybe it's raining where you're going
|
| will you take me with you |
| Maybe pepper will grow where you end up
|
| will you take me with you |
| One or two scars might still hurt
|
| No matter where you go
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| No matter where you go |