Well, they dragged me from the party, kicking and screaming,
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Clawing at the carpet, chewing up the scenery
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and talking to my friends with no regard for decency.
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I couldn't tell you what I did or what it meant to me,
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But I keep finding all these pieces,
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and soon they start to form a picture.
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and I can understand what I've done.
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But it takes a long time to understand why.
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You made it home, but I was left on the road
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to sing songs, drink hard to fight fatigue and the cold,
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Sleepwalking through the days
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Just waiting till the clock says it's time to let go.
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Till it's time to give up again and pretend
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That I'm not bound by habit, I'm not a slave to my needs.
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I choose to let go, so I must be in control.
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This must be who I wanna be.
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But it takes a long time to understand why.
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It takes a long time to understand why.
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Constant effort, constant concentration,
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Constant concern, constant contemplation,
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Constantly checking my tone for accuracy.
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I'm constantly defining my inability.
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It takes a long time to understand why.
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You know it takes a long to understand why.
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It takes a long time.
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It Takes A Long Time
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| John Nolan |
