| The road does funny things inside a man
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| To hurt in ways I just don’t understand
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| My heart can see the road that leads back home
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| I’m afraid that I can’t get there anymore
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| I wish that you could see into my eyes
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| To see what makes me race and makes me cry
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| I have faith inside this broken tethered heart
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| Whatever role I play is the right part
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| The sunshine in Des Moines can fade so fast
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| A love you never meant to let slip past
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| Minneapolis could take me home
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| But home ain’t where I’m headed for
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| My sorrow makes a face the way I hurt
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| A longing-for betrayed by what I’m sure
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| Are sounds and words that push and pull you still
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| But hardened by the thought of what you will
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| Soon I’ll find the places that I know
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| Faced by what should find me on this road
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| My heart still sees the path that leads back home
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| But I think she’s gone, I think I’m all alone
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| The sunshine in Des Moines can fade so fast
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| A love you never meant to let slip past
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| Minneapolis could take me home
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| But home ain’t where I’m headed for |