It’s plain to see that my time is out
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My will is broken and I’m out of luck.
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My bag is empty and I’m dried to the bone,
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My spirit’s sinking like a storm.
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I hope these weary eyes will show me the way
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And unlike I’m shining through the haze.
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I need to fall, now, gotta end this game.
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It’s off the head now, is this more of the same.
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If I don’t slow down, chains might pase.
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I don’t see the end of these days.
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I hope these weary eyes will show me the way
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And unlike I’m shining through the haze.
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I hope this tight field will carry me home,
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So I can clear my head and rest these bones.
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Try to keep up with my shadow,
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But I’m always running out of breath.
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I know that we mentioned big these battles,
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This fighting over here.
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I hope these weary eyes will show me the way
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And unlike I’m shining through the haze.
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I hope this tight field will carry me home,
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So I can clear my head and rest these bones.
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Clear my head and rest these bones.
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Weary Eyes
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| The Blue Van |
