Something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on your mind.
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Road maps in a well-cracked ceiling, the signs aren't hard to find.
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Now I'm not saying that you've been mistreated,
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no one's hurt you, nothing's wrong. A moment's rest was all you needed,
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So pack your things and kindly move along.
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Like dust in the wind you're gone forever.
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You're wind-blown leaves, you're a change in the weather.
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Just a town like any other, a second brand new start.
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A third or fourth hand, wife or lover, no, you won't break her heart.
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Take some bacon, go on and leave your watch chain,
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She won't count on nothing more.
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Wrap your hands around that small change and tiptoe barefoot out the door.
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Yes, something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on my mind.
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When things get bad I'm bound to pack my bags and just leave them all behind.
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Something's Wrong
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| James Taylor |
