It's not the road we used to know,
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they tore some buildings down.
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The traffic's like a pack of dogs.
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There's fewer trees, windows, fleas,
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concrete on the lawn.
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There's people here, but you are gone.
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And I'm fine, still swimming through time.
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Afraid some days I've reached the shore.
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Make yourself free, a man said that to me.
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Now my heart is like an open door.
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And the road finally gave me back
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but I don't think I'll unpack
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'Cause I'm not sure if I live here anymore.
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It's not my weight that makes me faint.
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for the sugar in my blood.
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But the way these strangers stand so close.
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They say my name, like a guessing game.
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"Is that really you?"
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No, I don't think it ever was.
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In the spring,
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when the world's turning green,
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I only think about the fall,
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or the frets on the board
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a progression of chords.
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Oh how I want this to resolve.
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And the road finally gave me back,
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but I don't think I'll unpack.
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'Cause I'm not sure if I live here anymore.
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Now the road finally gave me back,
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but I don't think I'll unpack.
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'Cause I'm not sure If I live here,
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no, I'm not sure if I live here anymore.
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I'm not sure if I live here anymore
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Tourist Trap
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| Bright Eyes |
