I am coming to the end of this road
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My cursed hands they are worn and swollen
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For a long time I've been carrying this load
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Now I'm resting my arms of these things have been holding
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Oh now where do I go
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When there ain't no signs or pointing arrows
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So many things that I wanted to fulfill
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That I could not think straight and I could not sit still
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And I could not sit straight and I could not think still
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I am doing the best that I can
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With what I've been given, these things I have taken
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Nothing has ever turned out as I planned
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But that's how the path of life is what you make
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Oh now where do I go
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When there ain't no signs or pointing arrows
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So many things that I wanted to fulfill
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That I could not think straight and I could not sit still
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And I could not sit straight and I could not think still
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Animal born in, oh, to my self
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I got so many reasons to look outside myself
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All the old familiar faces
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And the unfamiliar faces
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That's what every day is, and I do it again
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Oh, in the morn' I wake with the sun
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Oh, in the evening another day is done
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And oh I feel restless, I never have guessed
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That I'd be at this point at the end of this road
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No Pointing Arrows
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| Heartless Bastards |
