| I’ve been walking railroads
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| I’ve been kicking stones
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| Trying to find the way back
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| Trying to find a home
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| Caught inside a dark spot
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| In the middle of the light
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| Maybe time is just forgot
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| To keep me in its sight
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| And left me behind
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| That city’s like a fast stream
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| The blur of rushing lights
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| The way it bends around me
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| While I live between the lines
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| The feeling you’re surrounded
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| The feeling you’re alone,
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| The way the silence shouts it,
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| The way its shadows glow.
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| And with every other step I take,
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| I can feel another slip away.
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| I can see the colors bleed and fade,
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| like a picture cornered in its frame.
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| Livin' like a memory,
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| Trapped inside a room
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| You can leave me alone for centuries
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| But nothin' ever moves
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| And like a broken record
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| The song that plays the same
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| The notes are still familiar
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| But the way you hear them changed
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| And with every other step I take,
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| I can feel another slip away.
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| I can see the colors bleed and fade,
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| like a picture cornered in its frame.
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| Sometimes when I’m dreaming,
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| That’s when I think I know
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| The stories I’ve been reading,
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| The stories still untold
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| Will give you happy endings
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| The hope that things can change
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| Will be forever mending
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| And never fade away
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| And never fade away
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| Never fade away
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| Never fade away
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| Never fade away
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| Never fade away |