| On these lonely roads I’ve been travelling for so long
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| Trying to find shelter from the pain
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| I’ve been searching for the sound and the smell
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| Of the rivers and the young trees
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| Now that it seems that I know each path
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| And each crossroad and each flower and each tree
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| I am sitting back on the ground
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| Looking back over my shoulder vanishing away
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| On these lonely roads I’ve been searching for so long
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| For the arms to keep me from flying away
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| From the ancient memories of old wounds that I’ve been
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| Trying to ignore then to heal
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| Now that it seems that I know each rose
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| And each of their thorns, and each color they wear
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| I am standing on the road again
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| Looking far away to the horizon
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| Pretending to make out an aim
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| Ah, will I ever find peace in my heart
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| Ah, will I ever find a reason to stay
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| Somewhere I can call my home
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| Far from the storms
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| That have been raging
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| Inside my heart for so long
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| On these lonely roads
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| When twilight has come down
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| On the desert of my soul
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| I’ve been feeling so hard
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| The bite and the cold
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| Of the winter of my life
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| Now that it seems
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| That I’ve known too well
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| The sorrows and deception and tears
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| I am lying down on the ground
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| Looking high above in the sky
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| The stars are waiting for me
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| Ah, will I ever find peace in my heart
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| Ah, will I ever find a reason to stay
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| Somewhere I can call my home
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| Far from the storms
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| That have been raging
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| Inside my heart for so long |