When all my homes don't feel like homes,
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And the doors don't open the way they should,
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When all my senses are telling me
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That the situation's changed again.
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It's not the miles that I must drive
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Or the endless questions in my mind.
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It's all the birds that I can see
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And the soaring circles that they fly.
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And half the world is moving on without me.
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The sun goes down but I'm still standing here,
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Where the I divides.
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Where the I divides.
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You'll find me where the I divides.
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When there is no way to go ahead
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Without leaving something else behind,
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Where there are signs that point me on
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To a shining path or a simple mind.
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When all my machines have all run down
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And I don't know what I'm fighting for,
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There is some change inside of me and
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I know I can't stay here anymore.
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'Cuz half the world is moving on around me,
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And I'm still standing hesitating here.
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Where the I Divides
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