| See the sign up ahead, it calls out your name
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| It’s a meaningful sign but it makes no sense
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| They saw you pass on through with only one shoe
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| And a mystified mind with an angel for a guide
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| There’s a destiny song that’s meant for me But I’m weary of the soles of my innocent feet
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| Like a single site you know it’s all you’ve got
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| So be sure to aim true with your eyes on full view
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| There’s nobody you can accuse
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| The mirror reflects upon truth and from inside I feel bruised
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| The mask that I wear is unsure
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| Unable to find a known cure so I hide forevermore
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| I was passing stranger with a name I can’t remember
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| I am going blind from the dust in my eyes
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| But the ground back home seems so far away
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| And I’m coughing up my lungs, but I know I’ve gotta stay
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| I’m moving slow with nowhere to go
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| I stumble on a sign 'One Mile To Dine'
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| It takes a little time and I’m barely alive
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| But I make it nonetheless with a shortage of breath
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| The coffee you poured me is cold
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| The paper I’m reading is old
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| And that smile is not your own
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| The clothes that I wear are soaked through
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| I’m all out of luck for you
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| And there’s a million things I can’t do Can’t do, I can’t do Something strangely familiar about the way I am
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| I’m sitting next to the man with the unsteady hands
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| He says, «How are you, son, where you been all week?»
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| I recognize his voice even in my sleep
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| Lord only knows what I got up to Maybe it’s best for me if I just found my shoes
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| And confirm my suspicions for heaven’s sake
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| And pick up my trail from my front gate
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| There’s nobody you can accuse
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| The mirror portrays a bold truth
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| And from inside it’s what you do Start digging around and you’ll find
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| Missing for years your own life
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| You’re better off trying not to hide
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| Not to hide, trying not to hide |