Show your hands
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If you need a new coat of paint
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If your bones are now heavy things
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Like anchors hidden somewhere 'neath your skin
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Or if your head's just an empty box
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If your heart has become spare parts
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If your days are now just something you must bear
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Well, oh, it seems you're a lot like me
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You dug yourself into places
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You never thought you would be
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But don't you fret, and don't you mind
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The only constant is change
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And you never know what you'll find
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Yeah, tomorrow I might wake up nice and clean
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And I might believe the things I said I didn't mean
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And this might turn and wind up just the way we'd dreamed
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And I might become the things I swore I'd always be
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Well, we're always on our way
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We're on our way
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Well, we're always on our way
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We're on our way
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Well, we're always on our way
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We're on our way
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Well, we're always on our way
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We're on our way
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We're On Our Way
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| Radical Face |
