| It’s a lonely street I walk
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| And my soul is all warned off
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| Here comes the fear
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| When you’re out here on your own
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| And everything you loved is gone
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| Oh no, not me, not meant to be
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| It ain’t easy
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| When you’re out there searchin'
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| Tryin' to find the one
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| Yeah it ain’t easy
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| Lookin' for the hand that holds the smokin' gun
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| It’s like tryin' to squeeze a drop of rain
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| Out of the sun, ooh
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| Even if I could let go
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| Of this high wire circus show
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| I’m at fault, all the way
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| Yeah, you’re still gonna hear me say
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| It ain’t easy
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| When you’re out there searchin'
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| Tryin' to find the one
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| Yeah it ain’t easy
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| Lookin' for the hand that holds the smokin' gun
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| It’s like tryin' to squeeze a drop of rain
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| Out of the sun, ooh
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| I hear everybody sayin' that it’s true
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| When you stop lookin' for it, it finds you
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| But it ain’t easy, it ain’t easy
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| It ain’t easy
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| When you’re out there searchin'
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| Tryin' to find the one
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| Yeah, it ain’t easy
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| Lookin' for the hand that holds the smokin' gun
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| It’s like tryin' to squeeze a drop of rain
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| Out of the sun
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| It ain’t easy
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| I could say it is but when it’s said and done
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| It ain’t easy for no one |