| She’s gone away for good
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| She’s turned 48 and she blames her life on fate
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| She brought herself down with rules she took for granted
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| And went through the motions, caught up in the wheel of shame
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| And John, he’s a well respected man
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| He bows down to the crowd then turns and bows down to the king
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| He holds nothing sacred, he’s nothing but a lukewarm man
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| Like a blackhole he will swallow himself in the end
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| I don’t wanna have to lie
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| I don’t wanna force a smile
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| To whom must I prove myself?
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| On all those people I’ve turned my back
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| Now it’s time, time to change my plans
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| Now I’m often lost in thoughts
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| But I can read the signs living all around
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| And all my friends, well they don’t really know me now
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| I keep on moving and I don’t wanna settle down
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| And Alex, I just met him the other day
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| He gave me his guitar because he had to go away
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| He’s looking for something, but he can’t remember what it was
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| He’s been to 49 states but it didn’t get him down the road
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| I don’t wanna have to lie
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| I don’t wanna force a smile
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| To whom must I prove myself?
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| The past few weeks I’ve been feeling trapped
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| Now I’m just starting to understand
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| The only rule is change |