| She said I can’t take this no more
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| Breathe, one might, but not from these lungs
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| I’ve been fitting in the crease
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| Every hour, a tightened leash. |
| So I say, so I say
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| Punish me, the guilt and grief
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| In stale bar light I can see, you’re holding a part of me
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| My «welcome home» to these wandering feet
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| No road’s gonna be missing, gonna be missing, missing, missing
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| Its last bend before we’re home
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| Truth told, I wouldn’t miss it
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| Taking the corner wide on purpose
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| But it’s damn deep in my bones
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| Sleep for now, things could veer off course
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| Years come down from eyes to the earth
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| Now I’m watching the TV in a language I can’t speak
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| Cause well, hey, it’s worth it to be half a world away
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| And have not left this room all day or night
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| No road’s gonna be missing, gonna be missing, missing, missing
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| Its last bend before we’re home
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| Truth told, I wouldn’t miss it
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| Taking the corner wide on purpose
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| But it’s damn deep in my bones
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| There’s a rhythm to the stillness
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| That I can finally feel, so I say
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| In stale bar light up until
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| The door’s coming down for real, so I say. |
| So I say…
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| So I say, so I say
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| So I say, so I say
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| So I say, so I say…
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| No road’s gonna be missing, gonna be missing, missing, missing
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| Its last bend before we’re home
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| Truth told, I wouldn’t miss it
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| Taking the corner wide on purpose
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| But it’s damn deep in my bones
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| Woah, it’s damn deep in my bones, yeah |