There is nothing for which I'm responsible.
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Just this baggage I keep carrying on,
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As if I had someone.
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Maybe there's a woman somewhere,
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Who's still thinking of me.
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A girl with coal black hair,
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Who's haunted in her dreams.
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But what they've seen, well, it wasn't me.
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It was just some lie, they slept beside.
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Yeah I kept this from them,
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But I can't keep this from you.
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So will you look for me, in that strange bright place,
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Where the statues bloom in the park.
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They don't need no rain.
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Cause how I ever got to you, I have no idea.
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It's like some secret door, well it just appeared.
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So, no matter what I do from now on with my time.
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You will always stay here, in my mind.
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I'm certain of this, and I'm not certain of anything at all.
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So, I wanna get myself attached, to something bolted down.
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To keep these winds of circumstance won't keep blowin' me around.
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From when I land, to when I leave
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There is enough time, to sleep and sing.
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I keep running around and all I want is to lay motionless.
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Motion Sickness
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| Bright Eyes |
