The world is feeling warmer
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The path rolling to your door is a jungle
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I'll be back because I never left
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Down the dirty sidewalks stream
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Dressed in their finest dreams
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All the gold and revelry
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Like the ghosts of New Orleans
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Pupils bigger than the canyons in the sea
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Darling, what would you do if you were me?
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If you were me, twisted in the vines
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Hoping that you would see
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I'm feeling rootless in my wandering mind
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Time is moving, it's moving
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I see you creep into my room like smoke
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Under my door, I can feel you in my throat
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You ain't no good but you're good enough
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I'll give you all my time but not my love
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'Cause I'm trying to bring it home
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But you're standing in my way
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Bandits with red handkerchiefs
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Covering their face
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It takes a whole lot to shake
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Don't get caught up in the time spent
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You're walking round in circles
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Asking where the time went
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I'm feeling rootless in my wandering mind
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Time is moving while I'm feeling rootless
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Without you I am rootless, I am moving
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I'm feeling rootless, so I keep on moving
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I'm feeling rootless, so I keep on moving on
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I'm feeling rootless in my wandering mind
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Time is moving while I'm feeling rootless
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Without you I am rootless, I am moving
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Rootless
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| Youngblood Hawke |
