You say you're feeling kinda homeless
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With noone to blame for that aloneness
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I know this winter is the coldest one we've worn
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You compensate for nasty weather
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Still pray tomorrow's might be better
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Don't feel guilty, don't you let her out that door
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If all you need is conversation
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I think you know where my location is
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I won't blow my accusations on your floor
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We're all in need of some direction
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But you can't find through introspection
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It's just a simple misconnection we all face
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Your only certainty is changes
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How time always rearranges everything
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So we come and go with our exchanges on this plate
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I know it's not what you expected
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And it's not hard to feel affected by it all
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Through our circles stay connected in some way
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I always thought I was clever
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Clearly not it seems, however, I was wrong
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But I still pray for better weather here today
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No I'm not asking for forgiveness
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I know I wasn't better witnessing anything at all
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But clearly not it's not my business anymore
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Final Word
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| Umphrey's McGee |
