| What you’re looking for is never what you find
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| Nothing ever seems to turn out right
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| Still running around still searching
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| all these long indifferent streets
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| For your lover our some cover
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| to protect you from the heat
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| That you feel inside
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| in flamed since you learned to cry
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| Ever since you learned to walk you ran away
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| kept running till you couldn’t feel your legs
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| Now you stumble round this drunken town
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| on shops and city bars
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| telling tales of just how far you got
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| But they’ll all know who you are
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| Yeah you’re not so great
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| You’re just early out of the gate
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| there’s a portrait of your mom when she was young
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| Her face was shining brightly as the sun
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| The son who got away from her
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| but come back home again
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| to find a women wrapped
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| with all this love she couldn’t give
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| But you know she did
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| You just couldn’t feel it then
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| Found a birthday card from this lady I used to know
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| It said boy you’re really starting to old
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| She’s the mother of my mother
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| I just what she meant
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| She’d been thru it before
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| she with all of this resentment
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| becomes regret
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| I just hadn’t gotten there yet
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| Nothing ever seems to turn out right
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| No never, never seems to turn out right
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| So I reach for that pill
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| my deep blues need rest |