| So many times I’ve found the truth and walked away
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| So many times I’ve wished that I could change my yesterdays
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| Up and down these same old roads and I still wonder why
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| Doesn’t mean that much to me? |
| Does it mean that much to you?
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| Is it just my imagination
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| Or am I going nowhere?
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| Is it just my imagination?
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| I’m looking for some inspiration
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| I can’t decide which way to go
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| I’m living in anticipation
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| I’m trying to find a place where the wind don’t blow
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| Somewhere there’s a place for me to call my home
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| Something’s out there somewhere there’s someone to call my own
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| And now the time has come for me to let my spirits fly
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| Does it mean that much to you? |
| 'Ccause it means so much to me
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| No it’s not imagination
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| 'Cause I’m going somewhere
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| No it’s not imagination
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| I’m looking for some inspiration
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| I can’t decide which way to go
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| I’m living in anticipation
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| I’m trying to find a place where the wind don’t blow
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| I’m looking for some inspiration
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| I can’t decide which way to go
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| I’m living in this desolation
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| I’m trying to find a place where the wind don’t blow
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| I need shelter from this storm
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| A guiding light upon a raging sea
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| A welcome port with open arms
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| Now that’s the place I want to be
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| I’m looking for some inspiration
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| I can’t decide which way to go
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| I’m living in anticipation
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| I’m trying to find a place where the wind don’t blow
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| I’m looking for some inspiration
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| I can’t decide which way to go
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| I’m living in this desolation
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| I’m trying to find a place where the wind don’t blow
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| I’m looking for some inspiration
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| I can’t decide which way to go
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| I’m living with the desolation
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| I’m trying to find a place where the wind don’t blow |