| Listen baby, I won’t leave no trace.
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| Gonna light out of here for some cleaner place.
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| I’ll be sitting in the backseat with my hair in my face,
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| Then gone fast as freedom on good wind.
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| If I got my hopes too high, this is no easy kind of life.
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| But I see it in my mind’s eye, touch me real as daytime,
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| And I can’t keep from trying.
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| No place to run for a girl like me,
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| Whole lot of used to’s and supposed to be’s,
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| I want to burn like august, shine like gold dust,
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| Where everyday living can’t hold me.
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| If I got my hopes too high, this is no easy kind of life.
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| But I see it in my mind’s eye, touch me real as daytime,
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| And I can’t keep from trying.
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| So when I reach for you from some way down place,
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| Don’t be a stranger who won’t show his face.
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| I got no promise but these words I say,
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| I carry you, you carry me,
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| If I got my hopes too high, this is no easy kind of life.
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| But I see it in my mind’s eye, touch me real as daytime,
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| And I can’t keep from trying. |