| I sleep best with the rain upon this shed
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| Still counting miles, but I’m not sure
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| How many good ones I’ve got left
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| In some ways I know that I should settle down
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| But it ain’t in me right now, so I’ll keep on moving slow
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| And keep looking all around
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| A mind don’t turn with feet nailed to the floor
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| Keep a pounding heart full of love for all
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| Turn no one away but keep close what’s yours
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| Man, life ain’t half bad here but it sure as hell ain’t ideal
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| Can’t sort what’s been gained to what’s been stole
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| Or how hours can add up to all these years
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| Morning’s best when health’s leaning on my side
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| Have some coffee, get on a walk for some air
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| Just to clear my mind
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| Come afternoon, although I’m tired and drained
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| I get my work done without a sound and wonder if it’s even
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| Worth the pay
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| By nightfall when I’m all alone and can hardly move
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| I can’t call it common sense, but I fight to not drink
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| And fight to plan my next move
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| I shouldn’t be this tired yet, I shouldn’t put so much into not knowing
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| If I should’ve stayed or gone or who I could’ve let down
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| Or what I did right or what I did wrong
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| Carry me on, let me get some rest
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| I know I said that I’d be alright when you left
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| But carry me on, let me get some help
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| It’s hard to admit now, but I can’t do this by myself |