| Well I’ve walked a thousand miles
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| with a thought in my head
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| Through the rain and sleet and snow
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| and every word he said
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| It was time for me to go, I just could not pretend
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| that I wanted it too. |
| That I wanted it too
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| Now I’m working my heart into the ground
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| Trying to find something that can’t be found.
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| Breaking my fingers, breaking my back.
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| Searching for a needle in a hay stack
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| Searching for a needle in a hay stack
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| Drilling for oil, mining for gold
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| Looking for a love that never gets old
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| Drilling for oil, mining for gold
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| Looking for a love that never gets old
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| So I’ll draw a map to follow, find the lay of the land
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| Make a compass to the heart of one who’ll understand
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| And I’ll gather up my scars, oh Iʼll endure all I can
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| Just to bring me to you, to bring me to you…
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| Drilling for oil, mining for gold
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| Looking for a love that never gets old… |