| Broadest road that I can travel
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| I am drawn by what I see
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| Spirit living deep inside me
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| Is fighting to be free
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| I’m a homeless man who’s trying
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| (And I do not have a home yet)
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| Find a place to lay his head
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| Find some comfort in this journey
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| (Just another taste of pleasure)
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| At least before I’m dead
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| There she is inside, waiting on another
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| Chance to make it right
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| There she waits until, her brokenness can brake her
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| And finally be still
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| And these sidewalks speak of demons
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| (There are demons all around me)
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| They are stepping on my toes
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| And my head just spins in circles
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| (I can’t even stop this movement)
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| Round and round it goes
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| And I’ve got so many pipers
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| (And i think I hear my song now)
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| Leading me right to my death
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| I’m a slave to my indifference
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| (And I’m comfortable in chains now)
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| I’m a corpse with borrowed breath
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| There she is inside, waiting on another
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| Chance to make it right
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| There she waits until, her brokenness can brake her
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| And finally be still |