| I spent a week up north trying to get my head straight,
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| but I guess you can’t run from the things that you hate…
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| The ones that let you down, the loneliness, and the sounds
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| of a city that’s coughing up a sky that’s brown.
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| So take me down by the riverside,
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| where I can breathe in deep and open my eyes.
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| Sometimes we need a chance to look inside,
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| and if you don’t like what you see, you’ve got to change your mind.
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| … And where the road leads I’ll never know,
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| but no matter what, I will never let you go.
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| The asphalt looked soft, the faster we drove…
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| speeding towards a Tennessee lightning storm.
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| If our souls depart and we get split up in the dark,
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| I know that I’ll find you by that spark in your heart.
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| I saw a man that sailed on the seas of change,
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| and with the tides his strength went and came,
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| but his heart and his mind always rode the swell.
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| His body he gave, but his soul he’ll never sell.
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| … And where the road leads I’ll never know,
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| but no matter what, I will never let you go. |