| I woke up today to find
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| This tunnel vision left me blind
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| With no sense of where to go
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| There’s paper cuts on both my hands
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| Flipping through these books trying to understand
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| I don’t, so I just go with the flow
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| There’s an open door with a clenched fist
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| And crooked signs that I might have missed
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| Some, somewhere along the way
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| As I close my eyes I disappear
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| To a place in time far from here
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| I run, but I can’t outrun today
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| There’s lightning in the sky
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| I’m on the road
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| There’s an overwhelming urge as she explodes
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| All my life been waiting to arrive
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| It’s not the destination it’s the drive
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| I woke up with a bloody nose
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| And bruises on my feet and toes
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| Been kicking and screaming at the wall
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| Strange how you feel most alive
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| When you’re broken down trying to survive
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| You cry and curl up into a ball
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| Somewhere in the solitude
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| Silence creeps up in front of you
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| For once there’s nothing left to lose
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| As I stare into the empty space
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| Everything seems to dissipate
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| Even if I could I wouldn’t want to move
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| There’s lightning in the sky
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| I’m on the road
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| There’s an overwhelming urge as she explodes
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| All my life been waiting to arrive
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| It’s not the destination it’s the drive
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| Woke up today with burning ears
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| Has it been 30 days or 30 years
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| I call, get you on the phone
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| Said there’s paper cuts on both your hands
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| Flipping through these books trying to understand
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| This life gets stranger as we go
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| There’s lightning in the sky
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| I’m on the road
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| There’s an overwhelming urge as she explodes
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| All my life been waiting to arrive
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| It’s not the destination it’s the drive
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| It’s the drive |