| Well, I’m stuck in the house
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| It’s rainin' outside
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| I can’t seem to leave my bed
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| But my brain is racing like there ain’t no end
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| Thinking 'bout the things you said
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| Well, maybe I’m a mad man, maybe I’m a fool
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| Maybe I live in denial
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| I gotta get up, get out, get on that road and go
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| One more mile
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| Well, I cleaned up the kitchen and it looks so good
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| I’m ready to live my life
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| I got my umbrella and my rubber boots
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| I even got my pocket knife
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| I’m gonna get all wet, gonna trudge through the mud
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| Gonna do it all up in style
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| I won’t second guess, gonna try my best to go
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| One more mile
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| How am I supposed to find your front door?
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| Where’m I gonna spend the night?
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| A little peace of mind is all I’m looking for
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| Or maybe just a little light
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| I’m looking for something, searching my soul
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| Gotta speak with my inner child
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| As I begin to talk he says, «Keep on walking just
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| One more mile»
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| When you can’t stop fighting with the one you love
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| You better crawl inside yourself
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| You gotta chase them devils floatin' 'round your head
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| And stick 'em up on that shelf
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| And when things get better now don’t be fooled
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| Though it might be good for a while
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| Keep your eyes wide open and do that work and go
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| One more mile
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| How am I supposed to find your front door?
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| Where’m I gonna spend the night?
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| A little peace of mind is all I’m looking for
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| Or maybe just a little light
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| There’s Jesus bleedin', there’s Buddha on the hill
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| And Krishna’s got a funny smile
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| They all say, «My friend, it’s just around the bend about
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| One more mile»
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| One more mile
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| One more mile |