| The sun sets across the ocean
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| I’m a thousand mile from anywhere
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| And my pocketbook in my heart
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| Both just got stolen
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| And the sun act like she don’t even care
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| The wind blows cold when you reach the top
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| Feels like somebody’s face is stuck to the bottom of my shoe
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| Got a plastic jesus, a cordless telephone for every corner of my room
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| Got everybody but you tellin’me what to do Well I’ve been down so long
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| It can’t be that much longer still
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| And I’ve been down for so long
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| That the end must be drawing near
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| I looked to everybody but me To answer my prayers
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| Until I found an angel in the bathroom
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| Who said she didn’t see anybody who was saving anywhere
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| And the blind man said, Simple… like flipping a coin —
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| Don’t matter what side it lands on So long as it’s somebody else’s dime
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| Cause if you’re the top of the bottom
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| It all feels the same
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| We live out of fear if we’re too rich or we’re too poor
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| Guess all I can do is muster up some change
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| And a little bit of faith
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| And take some dignity when I walk through this door
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| Gonna take a trip
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| Catch a train
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| Got a ticket in my hand
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| And then a fat man takes my money
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| And like cattle we all stand
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| I’m just a faceless body lost in this vast and worthless sea
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| In a thousand people I do not know
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| But really they are no different from me They all have passion
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| They all have fear
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| They all have intense confusion
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| And no sweet moments that are clear
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| They all have aspirations
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| High hopes and dreams
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| And are really that alone like me We’ve been down so long
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| It can’t be that much longer still
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| We’ve been down so long
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| That the end must be…
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| The end must be…
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| The end must be drawing near |